<?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-8184314776731724958</id><updated>2012-02-13T06:09:53.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Floradas de amor -</title><subtitle type='html'>Viva em paz, com amor no coração.
A estrada é longa e muitos são os atalhos, não se deixe iludir. 

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recrie assim, uma nova maneira simples de viver.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2066019760236800823</id><published>2011-07-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:14:03.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ausência... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugaoVKXKTn4/Th1LePkkwTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/x2Bi1ocft9M/s1600/uuu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugaoVKXKTn4/Th1LePkkwTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/x2Bi1ocft9M/s320/uuu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628738092231082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqui estou, assoprando minhas palavras para que cheguem em seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando eu era o dedo e você anel, as coisas se faziam mais simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A noite cai, corpos se iluminam pelo reflexo da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nessas noites sem fim, enxergo mais claramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caem todas as minhas defesas tal como a roupa no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os beijos abafam o som da voz que teima em continuar o monólogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em noites assim, que nossos medos são sufocados por desejos saciados, pelo querer mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você já se foi há muito tempo. Eu é que não te larguei ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sua ausência dói, foi uma fase de delícias e prazeres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melhor seguir sem pensar na dor, pois irá sempre doer mais e mais se lembrada, bom pensar, foi por causa dessa dor, que sobrou uma recordação de sabores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que liguem a alma ao amor, a saudade a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto-me tão vazia quanto meu dedo sem o anel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Durmo acreditando que pelo menos meus sonhos farão as pazes comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Ana Brunini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-2066019760236800823?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2066019760236800823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2066019760236800823&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2066019760236800823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2066019760236800823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2011/07/ausencia.html' title='- Ausência... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugaoVKXKTn4/Th1LePkkwTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/x2Bi1ocft9M/s72-c/uuu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5966456048602131103</id><published>2011-06-10T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:32:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mãe... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMwtwXix9gk/TfMIfqLp0bI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qlBTcnXNH4g/s1600/u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMwtwXix9gk/TfMIfqLp0bI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qlBTcnXNH4g/s320/u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616842500253274546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando sinto essa dor imensa no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escrever alivia os gritos sofridos que me criam nós na garganta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando estou sentindo essa saudade sem fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as palavras, desenhadas, descansam meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A água que surge nos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;desliza pelo rosto em busca da tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os dias continuam nascendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda procuro o cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;os passos lentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no silêncio dos teus chinelos na minha íris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus olhos passeiam pelo quarto tão seu, sem medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onde o teu abraço era o meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É uma saudade sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-5966456048602131103?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5966456048602131103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5966456048602131103&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5966456048602131103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5966456048602131103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2011/06/mae.html' title='- Mãe... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMwtwXix9gk/TfMIfqLp0bI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qlBTcnXNH4g/s72-c/u.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7798227549307269714</id><published>2010-08-25T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:29:43.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Dirfarce... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/THTFU1jz5WI/AAAAAAAAAZA/M3-E_9Jj_gY/s1600/ma%C3%A7a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/THTFU1jz5WI/AAAAAAAAAZA/M3-E_9Jj_gY/s320/ma%C3%A7a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509245205946295650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tem os que fingem felicidade solitária.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me disfarço de maçã do amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pra que me saboreie na hora da sobremesa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8184314776731724958-7798227549307269714?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7798227549307269714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7798227549307269714&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7798227549307269714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7798227549307269714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirfarce.html' title='- Dirfarce... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/THTFU1jz5WI/AAAAAAAAAZA/M3-E_9Jj_gY/s72-c/ma%C3%A7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2796974843833916259</id><published>2009-08-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:48:15.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Adeus... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como pedir que alguém não me magoe, sem pedir que deixe de ser como é?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como não magoá-lo, sem mudar em mim o que não lhe agrada?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentei a mesa e escrevi, dizer adeus assim é mais fácil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixei a casa limpa, a roupa em ordem, comida na geladeira,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;molhei nossos vasinhos de plantas, quase as afoguei porque tinha certeza&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;que sobreviveriam só até essa regada, logo logo secariam, pobrezinhas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei bem pra tudo, nossa foto no porta-retrato, o abajur que comprei&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;numa feira e que você achou feio, mas nunca tirou do lugar que eu escolhi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dei ração para o Bob, cuida dele, e faça com que perceba que sentirei saudades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saí assim... Fechei meus sonhos e fui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes perdemos tanto tempo a planejar o futuro, sem nos empenhar tanto no presente,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;não podemos prever o tempo de tudo, por isso que é tão importante esse dia que está&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;acontecendo, ter a consciência de que o melhor é valorizar o momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez o segredo seja acreditar sempre, mas sabendo que nada é definitivo, que regar as&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;flores do nosso jardim, do nosso canteiro interior é tão importante para termos muitos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cheirinhos bons e bonitos quando o jardim que todos vêem, murchar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se voltasse no tempo, novamente arriscaria e no fundo isso é o que nos diz se valeu à pena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostaria que tivesse sido até o fim, que partilhássemos a nossa velhice num lugar lindo, só&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nosso, de mãos dadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É para mim um milagre, entre tantos milhões de pessoas no mundo, duas se encontrarem,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;se amarem da mesma forma e desejarem envelhecer juntas, não foi dessa vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois da dor, quando recolhemos os cacos e reaprendemos a amar a nós mesmos é que entendemos que não vale a pena envelhecer sozinho, existem outros tantos sonhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ficam na fila de espera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração segue em paz, sem perdas... Pronta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por dentro ficou tudo ileso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SoNQ-cCQKuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ID1BKqj_ANk/s1600-h/a+(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369224214363515618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SoNQ-cCQKuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ID1BKqj_ANk/s320/a+(82).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-2796974843833916259?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2796974843833916259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2796974843833916259&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2796974843833916259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2796974843833916259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/08/adeus.html' title='- Adeus... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SoNQ-cCQKuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ID1BKqj_ANk/s72-c/a+(82).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-656984006731233396</id><published>2009-04-20T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:52:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Seu silêncio... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preciso congelar esse momento no espaço entre nossos olhares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sobram palavras dentro de nós, acrescentar alguma poderia estragar tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não arrisco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SezJ6c6DYjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GJ1BvUffjQM/s1600-h/k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326854465301733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SezJ6c6DYjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GJ1BvUffjQM/s320/k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nem peço palavras... seu silêncio me encaixa tão bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me acostumei a ouvi-lo e gosto, daquele cúmplice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que mostra que estamos bem conosco, com o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paro e ouço o silêncio da casa, gosto dele também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;traduz a solidão por apenas eu estar aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isso muitas vezes causa medo sim, mas é natural sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quem o assume, está preparado para enfrentar tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não há paredes sólidas para a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Penso que não devíamos cobrar nada quando amamos... Só existir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não peço planos para o futuro, basta te sentir em mim compartilhando o presente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;não preciso estar ao seu lado pra te ter, meu amor é todo seu, morando em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amar é tão belo como a luz do primeiro olhar que nos acorda para a vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;como nascer de novo, renascer todos os dias, sem freio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sei tão pouco... Sinto muito tudo... Isso é o que enriquece toda minha existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando amamos, nossos olhos ganham luz e nos guiamos sozinhos, felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-656984006731233396?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/656984006731233396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=656984006731233396&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/656984006731233396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/656984006731233396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/04/seu-silencio.html' title='- Seu silêncio... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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esquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me espera, ele voltou e disse nos meus sonhos, fiquei ali, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sol e lua passavam por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Certos sinais parecem surgir pra nos desnortear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ou pra deixar tudo tão claro, que podemos andar de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Espera, isso ecoou por dentro, fiquei ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;esperando a hora da chegada para desatar tantos nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;exorcizar sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somos nós que fazemos a escolha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;esperar... partir... acreditar... fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há aquela música perfeita que sempre acerta com o nosso passo de dança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando amamos, a oferta mais bela e pura que podemos fazer é sermos inteiros, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdadeiros, devemos fazer como os corações, sentir só, se fosse diferente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;se ele pensasse, poderia talvez estragar tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É no interior de tudo, de nós mesmos que encontramos respostas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde as coisas ganham valor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Te espero sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-1890100337238206870?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/ScjvCDhBj9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/CuPQB_GcmCs/s72-c/42-20340331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-1599217528538806942</id><published>2009-01-08T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:57:49.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sonhos -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SWZZMIGsREI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_-bMH_RnUw/s1600-h/y.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289012877262079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SWZZMIGsREI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_-bMH_RnUw/s320/y.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos encaixotar sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;decepções não se colocam em caixas e devolvem ao remetente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses sonhos são de algum modo, como te sinto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sua presença mesmo que dessa maneira tão minha, adoça meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amaria para sempre à luz do dia, como te amo assim, na ausênsia.&lt;br /&gt;Brincamos com as palavras pra dizer o que de outra forma é complicado, mas a palavra certa usada no momento exato, tem o poder de eternizar, faz a diferença entre a tristeza e a esperança de algum dia ser feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto ainda na boca o amargo pela falta dos seus beijos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigo assim, feliz porque te trago em mim, para sempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/8184314776731724958-1599217528538806942?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1599217528538806942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=1599217528538806942&amp;isPopup=true' title='75 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1599217528538806942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1599217528538806942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhos.html' title='- Sonhos -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SWZZMIGsREI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_-bMH_RnUw/s72-c/y.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4247869812027887557</id><published>2009-01-04T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:44:22.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sempre haverá sol, chuva, tulipas... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0dRij68hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j0adBVbb0qg/s1600-h/a+(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335953320676356626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0dRij68hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j0adBVbb0qg/s320/a+(58).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respirei fundo tentando tomar no pulmão ar novo, como se assim me renovasse e viesse em mim com força à certeza que viver é bom, mesmo quando algo machuca, quando as coisas saem um pouquinho do trilho, isso só serve pra mostrar dia após dia o quanto é necessário adotar uma maneira nova de agir, de pensar, de tentar... Que é muito mais simples aceitar radicalmente do que mudar lentamente, sempre dói quando é real, mas que em cada dor fique uma recordação de sabores... É, viver é mesmo muito bom. O mais perfeito de tudo é a certeza que no dia seguinte haverá sol, chuva, flores, aquele cineminha, aquela trilha perfeita, palavras certas, sorrisos francos, beijos roubados... trocados... Virá o céu azul, o desejo perdido, mãos dadas... estrelas... amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Que bom sentir que existe tão pouco do ontem e tanto amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Quero trazer no rosto raios de sol, na voz e no peito um equilíbrio doce, sentir que sempre que cair, pelo menos meus sonhos ficam amparados numa rede de palavras que teço. Sempre que o dia nascer, quero estar pronta pra sentir o sabor dele num pêssego e adormecer sabendo que no seguinte, mais vontades e sonhos acordarão em mim. Que uma brisa fresca virá do mar vinda de cada continente, se arrastando até meus olhos, trazendo promessas de ilhas tropicais brilhando na minha íris.O sorriso se abrirá para uma nova chegada, renovado, e alguém estará ali a minha espera num campo de tulipas, iluminado sob o sol quente da manhã... sem falta... nem calafrio...Se posso optar, continuo viva....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-4247869812027887557?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4247869812027887557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4247869812027887557&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4247869812027887557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4247869812027887557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/01/sempre-haver-sol-chuva-tulipas_3144.html' title='- Sempre haverá sol, chuva, tulipas... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0dRij68hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j0adBVbb0qg/s72-c/a+(58).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6557583911592521078</id><published>2008-11-07T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:05:49.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Contraste -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SRTlJQoqChI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bCDBZ1LJCq0/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266085811550030354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SRTlJQoqChI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bCDBZ1LJCq0/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Preciso me sentir contraste&lt;br /&gt;Necessito dessa desordem em mim&lt;br /&gt;Assim, sinto-me viva,&lt;br /&gt;Branco, preto...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo incendeia no inverno&lt;br /&gt;Meu ar vem dessa imperfeição&lt;br /&gt;Da busca constante, nas dores sofridas&lt;br /&gt;Minha criatividade aflora no choro&lt;br /&gt;Palavras fluem... guerra, paz...&lt;br /&gt;Essa harmonia estranha, me equilibra&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, multidão...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o doce na boca no amargo da ausência&lt;br /&gt;No descontentamento ressurjo revitalizada&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo lindo... mau, lindo... cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero viver apenas o possível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nem sentir só o que tenha sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero mais... Muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero toda a sutileza das almas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;toda a grandeza dos corações&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar o mundo inteiro saindo ou não do chão&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim... Inacabada, completa, sem culpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-6557583911592521078?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6557583911592521078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6557583911592521078&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6557583911592521078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6557583911592521078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/contraste.html' title='- Contraste -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SRTlJQoqChI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bCDBZ1LJCq0/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3979088755477538112</id><published>2008-07-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:51:47.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Evoluir é ter consciência de si mesmo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SHMPM8Te9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/igBQ21i8MUw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SHMPM8Te9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/igBQ21i8MUw/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220533108073231570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa vida agitada que levamos, batalhas que devemos vencer diariamente para que possamos progredir, nos faz muitas vezes deixar de olhar a nossa volta, o céu, o mar, o sol...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que mesmo no meio dessa turbulência moderna possamos parar, olhar, sentir e perceber o essencial, onde está o valor real das coisas, a verdadeira riqueza, quais nossos íntimos desejos, o que somos e o que gostaríamos de realizar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Precisamos parar por alguns momentos para não sermos engolidos, buscar assim o mais autêntico ‘EU’, encontrando uma paz que transforma e resgata valores perdidos nessa nossa caminhada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Precisamos abrir os olhos para o espetáculo que é a vida, cada dia é um desafio mas também uma benção. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só despertos, podemos perceber além de palavras e imagens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você pode se sentir feliz e mudar tudo a sua volta só contemplando, seu humor mudará, as pessoas sentirão sua paz e terão prazer de estar ao seu lado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viver é complicado sim, exige muito sim, mas acredito que nós colaboramos para isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando acontece algo difícil, temos duas opções, nos tornarmos amargos, infelizes, revoltados com tudo e todos ou descobrir nas adversidades, nossa força interior, toda nossa energia e vontade de reagir, encarar tudo e seguir da melhor forma. Isso nos torna pessoas melhores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Devemos agir de acordo com a nossa essência, o que revela nosso mais íntimo ao mundo são nossas ações, quando nossa alma se torna mais sábia, conhecedora de si própria, tudo que fazemos bem intencionados se transformam em sublimes ações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto mais buscamos esse conhecimento interior, mas ocorre o crescimento em todos os aspectos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é simples essa busca por nós mesmos, ela sempre será uma constância pra quem quer o melhor, dia a dia podemos notar nossa evolução pessoal, como conseqüência, nosso progresso, nos tornamos mais conscientes, o que nos livrados dos desejos viciosos e nos torna centrados nessa caminhada harmoniosa para o crescimento do serviço “a vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nosso maior desafio somos nós, por isso quando mudamos, o mundo muda também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que possamos seguir sendo raios de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Reference Sans Serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SHMPAxCRw7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/eXQUlPhFNG4/s1600-h/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SHMPAxCRw7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/eXQUlPhFNG4/s320/119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220532898889843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uma poderosa ferramenta para nos ajudar a gerir com habilidade a nossa vida é  perguntar antes de cada ato se isso no trará felicidade. isso vale desde a hora  de decidir se vamos ou não usar drogas até se vamos ou não comer aquele terceiro  pedaço de torta de banana com creme."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS Dalai Lama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-3979088755477538112?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3979088755477538112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3979088755477538112&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3979088755477538112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3979088755477538112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/evoluir-ter-conscincia-de-si-mesmo_07.html' title='- Evoluir é ter consciência de si mesmo -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SHMPM8Te9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/igBQ21i8MUw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4027772346859739439</id><published>2008-02-02T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:04.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Devemos calar o coração? -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;É impressionante como está tudo dentro da gente e necessitamos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;dos outros para nos revelar aquilo que na teoria nos é tão fácil  descortinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/R6VVHpX5gAI/AAAAAAAAANY/AxXDA2xXVjQ/s1600-h/42-15259877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/R6VVHpX5gAI/AAAAAAAAANY/AxXDA2xXVjQ/s320/42-15259877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162626137703677954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Muitas vezes escondemos o amor no silêncio das palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;que não falamos,  calamos assim, a possibilidade de sermos felizes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;tudo nesse momento se torna  imensamente vazio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;nos sentamos no escuro e tudo é solidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Um amor  escancarado por vezes omisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;fazemos do outro o nosso mundo e quando acaba,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;não existe nada... falta o ar, o chão, o sol, mar, luar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Algumas  pessoas que deixamos entrar no nosso céu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Se tornam promessas perdidas e  cores desbotadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;mas não feche a porta, siga acreditando sempre que um  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;dia o arco-íris virá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Alimentamos muitas vezes uma tristeza que de certa  forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;funciona como aliada e nos impulsiona a seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A  esperança de dar certo e a vontade de amar são caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;para que o coração  continue aberto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Há momentos que perguntas questionam se o amor passado  valeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;sentimos receio de ter perdido algumas coisas nessa parada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;ao  longo do caminho, mas a vida continua, do nada, o hoje vira ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Devemos  aprender a olhar pra frente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;sem nos prender a voz do passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;que nos  impede de andar, não volte atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tem que haver sempre esperança de que lá na  frente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;onde o olhar alcança é o caminho, uma nova oportunidade pra ser  feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Chegará o momento, onde o seu mundo será tudo para alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Espero por ti! Num cruzamento de uma esquina qualquer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;onde o tempo não  exista e o amor se une.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-4027772346859739439?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4027772346859739439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4027772346859739439&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4027772346859739439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4027772346859739439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/devemos-calar-o-corao.html' title='- Devemos calar o coração? -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/R6VVHpX5gAI/AAAAAAAAANY/AxXDA2xXVjQ/s72-c/42-15259877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-119375149933229181</id><published>2007-11-02T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:31:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sobre medos... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RysplvLr50I/AAAAAAAAANQ/XvBA06Cz5GU/s1600-h/WilliD1031r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128238328988821314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RysplvLr50I/AAAAAAAAANQ/XvBA06Cz5GU/s320/WilliD1031r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Sobre medos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;O medo muitas vezes é causa de algo acontecido em&lt;br /&gt;algum momento da vida, que registramos na memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;Somos dotados de inteligência, deveríamos ter total&lt;br /&gt;controle de tudo, mas criamos em nosso inconsciente,&lt;br /&gt;‘monstros’, que tomam proporções gigantescas&lt;br /&gt;e nos aprisionam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;Tudo que nos aflige, é causado, tão somente,&lt;br /&gt;pela nossa incapacidade de tranqüilizar nossa mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;Que possamos entrar no mais profundo de nós mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;onde o medo se aloja, criarmos assim,&lt;br /&gt;forças para acalmar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;nosso espírito, deixando aflorar&lt;br /&gt;tudo de melhor de dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;de nós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Assim, quando tudo de dentro e fora de nós se tornar&lt;br /&gt;harmônico, sentiremos a&lt;br /&gt;serenidade impertubável do êxtase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ouvindo Milton, (Outro lugar)&lt;br /&gt;sempre me ajuda e inspira.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-119375149933229181?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/119375149933229181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=119375149933229181&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/119375149933229181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/119375149933229181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/sobre-medos.html' title='- Sobre medos... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RysplvLr50I/AAAAAAAAANQ/XvBA06Cz5GU/s72-c/WilliD1031r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3994126507578612862</id><published>2007-10-18T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:05.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Esperando... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não adormeço por ter meus olhos fechados...&lt;br /&gt; estou acordada,&lt;br /&gt;esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RxfpbcAmZhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SJO8vO9aWMI/s1600-h/000001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RxfpbcAmZhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SJO8vO9aWMI/s320/000001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122819758741677586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há olhares que são como água para o nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;são um bem essencial, uma  necessidade básica,&lt;br /&gt;sentir dessa forma é privilégio dos deuses...&lt;br /&gt;Quando  um olhar despertar o brilho que julgávamos perdido,&lt;br /&gt;segure o sol que saí  deles, não se afaste, encare sua felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;escancare assim sua alma, viva  seu sonho real.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe seus olhos marejados pelo que já passou, te  afogar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso coração nem sempre age certo,&lt;br /&gt;ele se habitua à ausência, à  saudade e isso não é bom&lt;br /&gt;Existem passos que preferimos preservar na  memória&lt;br /&gt;porque acreditamos não haver lugar para sua presença&lt;br /&gt;e o deixamos  acomodar.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito, que falta sensibilidade para entender o olhar&lt;br /&gt;no  exato momento que acontece,&lt;br /&gt;vai se revelando ao longo dos anos,&lt;br /&gt;naqueles  amores que não morrem no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Temos tempo e quero ter sabedoria pra  discernir o&lt;br /&gt;que de melhor eu puder de nós no presente momento.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou  deixar o amor ser levado para longe com o vento,&lt;br /&gt;vou cultivá-lo, será um  amor forte e enraizado.&lt;br /&gt;Vem, abra os seus olhos e os enterre nos meus... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-3994126507578612862?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3994126507578612862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3994126507578612862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3994126507578612862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3994126507578612862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/esperando.html' title='- Esperando... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RxfpbcAmZhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SJO8vO9aWMI/s72-c/000001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3745272755401792332</id><published>2007-09-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:05.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Rodopie -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RtmoQETrzHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_P-3Zfu6QC0/s1600-h/.0000000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RtmoQETrzHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_P-3Zfu6QC0/s320/.0000000000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105296646588845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na dança das palavras e dos sentidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;os teus passos são seguros e a sua  dança bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Devemos dançar... falar.... sentir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda que muitas pontas  e fios da saia estejam soltos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;há um remédio para evitar tropeção:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Arregace sua saia, a segure com as mãos,&lt;br /&gt;rodopie...rodopie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenha  medo,&lt;br /&gt;se cair é só levantar e dançar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-3745272755401792332?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3745272755401792332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3745272755401792332&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3745272755401792332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3745272755401792332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/rodopie.html' title='- Rodopie -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RtmoQETrzHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_P-3Zfu6QC0/s72-c/.0000000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6205068466421353220</id><published>2007-08-18T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:47:06.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-  Suas respostas estão em você -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RseZAuHfjpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VwF1Z-UjulA/s1600-h/.00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100213340678885010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RseZAuHfjpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VwF1Z-UjulA/s320/.00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depois das palavras tempestuosas vem a calmaria em minh'alma,&lt;br /&gt;em meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;reflito e quero antes de mais nada aproveitar esse passeio&lt;br /&gt;para ver a harmonia do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;belo e perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que sua perfeição esteja tão longe de ser justa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335953936738632962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0d1ZknRQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KGYIhKy3Ruo/s320/a+(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RseYvOHfjoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8OtFxkjjLbc/s1600-h/050211_5303_0339_JSHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Não são todos que nascem predestinados a ser herói,&lt;br /&gt;todos somos diferentes, mas a essência é a mesma,&lt;br /&gt;todos nós, sem exceção podemos nos tornar pessoas melhores,&lt;br /&gt;boas, confiantes, sinceras, generosas.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a ser útil, isso dará razão à sua existência,&lt;br /&gt;te ajudará encontrar sua Luz.&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos livre arbítrio, mas não são todos que tem discernimento&lt;br /&gt;e a capacidade de optar somente pela escolha 'correta',&lt;br /&gt;o mundo seria perfeito, não haveriam misérias, sofrimentos&lt;br /&gt;Culpar um Deus ou os outros não leva a nada.&lt;br /&gt;Seja herói da sua própria vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Quando acordar, vá até sua janela e olhe para o céu,&lt;br /&gt;repare no sol brilhando e faça que o seu dia brilhe mais que ele.&lt;br /&gt;Não siga lamentando por tudo, levante a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;siga firme seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquelas pessoas que saem falando dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;elas não nos prejudicam por completo, se pensar, com sua ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;vamos poder abrir nossos olhos e ver nossas escuridões pessoais&lt;br /&gt;que precisam ser iluminadas.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas? Essas que enxergaram nossos defeitos e se julgam&lt;br /&gt;superiores? Ah essas vão ficar paradas e quando notarem,&lt;br /&gt;teremos progredido tanto, que sua vista não mais nos alcança.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Preconceitos existem, abomino todas as suas variações,&lt;br /&gt;tem que haver uma mudança.&lt;br /&gt;Até quando uma pessoa será julgada pela pele, cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;cor dos olhos, posição social, pelo seu sotaque é necessário que haja&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade generalizada no sentido de mudar esse aspecto,&lt;br /&gt;somos todos irmãos querendo respeito e um espaço nessa&lt;br /&gt;selva para sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos olhar para os outros como gostaríamos que todos nos olhassem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Devemos acreditar e aceitar que tudo o que nos impulsiona e detêm vem do nosso interior,&lt;br /&gt;depois que conseguirmos conviver e tentar sanar esses conflitos internos,&lt;br /&gt;é que vamos despertar, e com isso, entender, aceitar e manifestar um real amor à vida.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que se tornou cômodo esquecer nossa essência,&lt;br /&gt;a verdadeira essência de tudo que existe no universo.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso renunciar a tudo, é preciso que haja um meio termo, um equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre digo, o suficiente basta!&lt;br /&gt;Os bens materiais nos dão felicidade passageira, a felicidade verdadeira está em você.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia todos nós conseguiremos nos despreender de tudo que é material&lt;br /&gt;para um fim altruísta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Seja feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Descubra primeiro que você pode ser feliz com você mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;é essencial para a nossa vida, encontrarmos a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;dentro de nós, para daí, depois desse passo dado,&lt;br /&gt;compartilhá-la com quem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aliada ao amor supera todos os obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;Não passe pela vida se escondendo por medo&lt;br /&gt;do nada, do tudo e perder a oportunidade linda de amar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Não adianta querer apagar o passado, siga visando o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esqueça que a vida acontece nesse PRESENTE momento,&lt;br /&gt;que o futuro é uma grande incerteza.&lt;br /&gt;Faça de cada dificuldade que se deparar, uma lição.&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem tanto valor se não for uma conquista.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estiver bem, direcione seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;para o que realmente deseja e acredita.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode tirar de vc a sua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem o direito de lhe roubar a PAZ&lt;br /&gt;As suas respostas estão no seu silêncio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Ame... o amor atinge qualquer criatura da face da terra,&lt;br /&gt;não tape seus olhos na amargura, deixe sempre esse amor se&lt;br /&gt;sobrepor a tudo e ame sem restrições.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é realmente contagioso.&lt;br /&gt;Siga celebrando cada lua, cada sol vivido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-6205068466421353220?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6205068466421353220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6205068466421353220&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6205068466421353220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6205068466421353220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/suas-respostas-esto-em-voc.html' title='-  Suas respostas estão em você -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RseZAuHfjpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VwF1Z-UjulA/s72-c/.00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4183297789161232857</id><published>2007-08-16T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:06.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- A poção mágica -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsRKueHfjnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X6k7eKWC1Rs/s1600-h/cut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsRKueHfjnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X6k7eKWC1Rs/s320/cut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099282840309173874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ela vai para a aula de ballet&lt;br /&gt;Pequena, frágil&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe o que ela  guarda dentro de si&lt;br /&gt;Coloca a sapatilha de todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;os mesmos rostos,  sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;a ferida no peito escondida, está lá&lt;br /&gt;A professora dança, fala...  mas ela divaga&lt;br /&gt;Tão miúda e já tem dentro de si uma tempestade  secreta,&lt;br /&gt;deseja, por vezes, nunca ter nascido…&lt;br /&gt;Ela chora no meio da  noite,&lt;br /&gt;dorme embalada pela melodia dos soluços&lt;br /&gt;Sorte que pode sonhar, isso  é o que dá força, lhe dá asas&lt;br /&gt;E ela voa para um lugar onde está quem se  foi&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina pequena, frágil, vítima das mãos do destino.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se mantêm  forte e consegue ressurgir como as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;O sol aparece, ela se renova&lt;br /&gt;Um  anjo menina com o rosto tranqüilo,&lt;br /&gt;coração partido, inquieto na busca...&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, ela e sua amiguinha fizeram uma poção mágica,&lt;br /&gt;se sentiam  meio que bruxinhas, não sabiam o que colocar,&lt;br /&gt;pernas de rã, miolo de  morcego, rabo de rato seria nojento demais&lt;br /&gt;A saída: coca-cola, pasta de  dente, detergente...&lt;br /&gt;Pra que serviria??? Não tinham uma resposta específica  naquele momento,&lt;br /&gt;só havia uma certeza, vai servir pra tudo que a gente  desejar&lt;br /&gt;de bom na nossa vida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A menina cresceu e hj seus medos foram domesticados&lt;br /&gt;Cresceu tão rápido  explorando cada novidade, rompendo barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;criando um mundo  próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Gostou desse seu mundo, nele ela ouvia lindos sons, via anjos,  borboletas, magia, poesias, palavras, sussurros, passos, chuva,&lt;br /&gt;sol, flores,  vento... Mas faltava algo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia conheceu alguém especial, viu em seus olhos  a paz que buscava,&lt;br /&gt;em suas palavras o calmante pra sua alma fragilizada, era  um oceano de sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano fantástico, iluminado, com uma missão  muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendeu com ele que fazia parte da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;-‘Se 6  bilhões de pessoas são felizes, nós teremos o máximo de felicidade. Se 6 bilhões  sofrem, nós sofremos’.&lt;br /&gt;Que para ser feliz, é preciso trabalhar pela  felicidade da humanidade inteira!&lt;br /&gt;Essa felicidade é conseguida através da  compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;-‘A compaixão diminui o medo, sem medo nos comunicamos com mais  facilidade,&lt;br /&gt;somos mais felizes’.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sofre pelas perdas que teve, mas  aprendeu que esse momento de agora não volta, que tudo passa, que o mundo é  vasto demais e há tanto em tão pouco tempo pra ser descoberto, explorado...&lt;br /&gt;Ela se senta no chão, rola de palhaça, brinca e pula fazendo festa mesmo  quando não há motivos aparentes pra comemorar...&lt;br /&gt;Começou a meditar, e  direcionar seus pensamentos pra onde deveriam estar, isso a fez entrar e estar  mais dentro de si e perceber como momentos são especiais, como é bom celebrar  a vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lembram da poção???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Então, os anos se passaram e ela estava guardada  ainda no frasquinho,&lt;br /&gt;era mágica sim... Sempre nos momentos mais difícies, a  menina apertava&lt;br /&gt;o frasco com sua mão miúda e pedia:&lt;br /&gt;-Tudo vai dar  certo!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ela entende o poder do pensamento positivo.&lt;br /&gt;A força do  pensamento transforma,&lt;br /&gt;faz bem ao coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..."O nascer do sol não dura a manhã inteira&lt;br /&gt;Um pé-d’água não dura o dia  inteiro&lt;br /&gt;O pôr-do-sol não dura a tarde inteira&lt;br /&gt;devemos permanecer no nosso  caminho e encarar mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Agora a escuridão só permanece à noite&lt;br /&gt;De  manhã desaparecerá&lt;br /&gt;A luz do dia sabe chegar na hora certa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-4183297789161232857?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4183297789161232857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4183297789161232857&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4183297789161232857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4183297789161232857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/poo-mgica.html' title='- A poção mágica -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsRKueHfjnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X6k7eKWC1Rs/s72-c/cut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3458533683396688827</id><published>2007-08-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:08.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Luz -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsOj4uHfjjI/AAAAAAAAALw/jDsYNsFECs0/s1600-h/57564271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsOj4uHfjjI/AAAAAAAAALw/jDsYNsFECs0/s320/57564271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099397960994354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre estive a sua procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhei exaustivamente estimulada pela  certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de dar de cara com o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre atenta, pensamento gritando  aos quatro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cantos do mundo por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedindo ao vento que soprasse as tuas  costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;te impulsionando a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busca solitária mirando a direção de  todos os infinitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigo só e não me canso, só teu colo serás meu  descanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não penso em desistir, respiro fundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Levanto a cabeça e sigo com  vontade de ver o brilho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;do sol refletido em tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Responda ao apelo  que ecoa meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero todo o teu ser, doar-me pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brincar contigo  de amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem e fica em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas se nessa breve passagem não o  encontrar, peço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprisiona meu corpo, liberta minha alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para que em  outro plano eu possa te esperar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lá brindar nosso encontro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o  Senhor da Vida acalente nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;(QSIQDA - 03/05/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-3458533683396688827?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3458533683396688827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3458533683396688827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3458533683396688827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3458533683396688827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/luz.html' title='- Luz -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsOj4uHfjjI/AAAAAAAAALw/jDsYNsFECs0/s72-c/57564271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-91062527166410869</id><published>2007-08-14T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:09.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Escolhas... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsH5Bl7B_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/GfyXPyDhaFg/s1600-h/3591838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsH5Bl7B_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/GfyXPyDhaFg/s320/3591838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098630058915003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Em algum momento em nossa vida temos que escolher qual caminho trilhar e mudamos  sem querer o rumo predestinado. Isso acontece, muitas vezes, sem que ao menos  possamos perceber, só tempos depois, quando paramos e analisamos o motivo de  alguma tristeza, notamos que foi naquela rota por nós seguida que tudo  começou.&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vidas seguem assim, sempre topamos com essas escolhas, sejam  no campo profissional, no afetivo, onde muitas vezes nos perdemos por trilhas  que não levam a lugar algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessas questões do coração, optamos pelos  caminhos mais fáceis, aquele que se mostra estável, o que trará menos  questionamentos das pessoas que convivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, algumas pessoas  usando seu lado prático e racional acertam e são felizes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas e quando o caminho escolhido não é aquele que nosso coração deseja?&lt;br /&gt;A  cabeça nem sempre está de acordo com o que o coração quer, ela quase sempre opta  pelo mais cômodo e óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, se ele não se sentiu pleno com o amor  presente, vem aquela saudade doida que sufoca e do nada aflora o questionamento  se a decisão racional foi a acertada.&lt;br /&gt;Se aquele caminho escolhido não está  fazendo bem, daí ele mesmo não querendo admitir que errou, lança sinais que é  chegada a hora da partida e o coração não nos mostra pra onde, pq a escolha  inicial se perdeu com o tempo, ele apenas avisa lançando palpites  irresponsáveis, daí o mundo todinho desaba sobre nossa cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  seguirmos o caminho mais fácil sem ouvir o coração, carregaremos sempre aquela  pergunta, pela eternidade, "E se..."&lt;br /&gt;E você se sente assim: -“É sou feliz  hoje, tenho uma vida estável, segura, sinto até uma certa ternura por ele, tenho  sucesso na minha carreira, ebaaa tenho dinheiro! Sou feliz???&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração  nunca mais disparou do nada, as noites estreladas são somente noites  estreladas.&lt;br /&gt;Ah mas trago comigo as lembranças... Mas viver desse passado que  foi negado por mim, para mim, não faz o meu presente melhor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria  prático decidirmos pelo politicamente correto, não precisaríamos de coragem, não  correríamos riscos, que vida previsível!&lt;br /&gt;Tomar o caminho mais fácil é  abaixar a cabeça para o sentimento que pulsa no peito, para o desejo da alma que  implora uma chance nessa vida de ser feliz, é acatar a imposição de uma  sociedade ‘hipócrita’, nascemos diferentes uns dos outros, escolhas são  individuais.&lt;br /&gt;Há aquelas pessoas que não querem o preto e branco, que  preferem um arco-íris pra sua vida, pintar a alma de todos os tons possíveis.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Optar pelo caminho mais difícil, também não quer dizer que é o certo, como  então saber qual seria esse tal caminho correto???&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que é aquele que  você pára e olha bem longeeeeeee e tenta enxergar no final de tudo, lá no  finalzinho, um par de olhos brilhantes que te fitam e te iluminam por dentro,  mesmo a tantas eras à frente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Depois das escolhas, quando sua face estiver marcada pelo tempo, faça essa  pergunta pra si mesma: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- "isto tem me trazido paz interior, amor, sou  feliz?" e se todas as respostas encontradas por você, forem SIM, você conseguiu!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-91062527166410869?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/91062527166410869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=91062527166410869&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/91062527166410869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/91062527166410869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/escolhas.html' title='- Escolhas... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RsH5Bl7B_WI/AAAAAAAAALo/GfyXPyDhaFg/s72-c/3591838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-50269417787419751</id><published>2007-08-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:09.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Busque sua paz -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rr3L217B_VI/AAAAAAAAALg/u8oxvxYqVkI/s1600-h/IS1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rr3L217B_VI/AAAAAAAAALg/u8oxvxYqVkI/s320/IS1393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097454496301317458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ande no ruído ensurdecedor,&lt;br /&gt;daí você dará valor e sentirá a paz do  silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Seja pacífico sempre, porque qualquer ação que gere conflito&lt;br /&gt;leva a resultados desastrosos. Conserve a paz com sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Fale  realmente o que você pensa de tudo, usando sempre o bom senso,&lt;br /&gt;diga tudo de  forma clara, calma para que se faça ouvido e compreendido,&lt;br /&gt;mas não espere que  as pessoas concordem com você, somos todos&lt;br /&gt;semelhantes seres totalmente  distintos.&lt;br /&gt;Siga o que realmente você acredita e não se importe se  alguns&lt;br /&gt;acharem suas aspirações medíocres, seus sonhos pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;Seja  verdadeiro sempre, não finja sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Não estimule que te amem se não  puder retribuir,&lt;br /&gt;isso é uma forma egoísta de alimentar seu ego.&lt;br /&gt;Siga  procurando o amor incondicional, se o encontrou preserve-o,&lt;br /&gt;se não, busque-o  sem pressa e quando encontrar você vai saber,&lt;br /&gt;porque é aquele amor onde a  cada dia um vai descobrindo a melhor&lt;br /&gt;parte do outro.&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom seguir  acreditando que vamos encontrá-lo qualquer&lt;br /&gt;hora dessas, que vamos amar e ser  amado e que nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;seguiremos sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de demonstrar  suas fraquezas, porque a partir do&lt;br /&gt;momento que começa a enfrentá-las você se  fortalece.&lt;br /&gt;Não crie uma redoma em sua volta porque ela vai te proteger  sim,&lt;br /&gt;mas também pode afastar a pessoa certa, o amor da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não se  assuste se do nada, você comece a se abrir com um novo&lt;br /&gt;amigo mais do que com  alguém que é quase, ou é, da família.&lt;br /&gt;Estranhos ainda não esqueceram nada  dentro de nós, então é&lt;br /&gt;compreensível.&lt;br /&gt;Mas procure sempre fortalecer esses  laços antigos,&lt;br /&gt;não siga querendo acreditar que só o que te prende a sua  origem&lt;br /&gt;são laços sangüineos, mude isso, se baseie no respeito e no  amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tente manter sua tranqüilidade mesmo se estiver passando&lt;br /&gt;períodos  difícies, procure respirar profundamente, caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;olhar o céu, não se  entristeça... Siga com serenidade seus dias.&lt;br /&gt;Busque sua paz, ela não aparece  só porque a desejamos,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhe pra isso através da meditação,&lt;br /&gt;entre em  contato com o mais profundo do seu ser,&lt;br /&gt;tranqüilize seus pensamentos e sinta  toda a sua força interior,&lt;br /&gt;recrie assim, uma nova maneira simples de  viver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nisso.&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-50269417787419751?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/50269417787419751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=50269417787419751&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/50269417787419751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/50269417787419751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/busque-sua-paz.html' title='- Busque sua paz -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rr3L217B_VI/AAAAAAAAALg/u8oxvxYqVkI/s72-c/IS1393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5168557895222923240</id><published>2007-08-10T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Esperando... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrzT8V7B_UI/AAAAAAAAALY/kcopnSWzRXc/s1600-h/AX002-987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrzT8V7B_UI/AAAAAAAAALY/kcopnSWzRXc/s320/AX002-987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097181911906909506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diga que sim,&lt;br /&gt;Que saíra dos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;assim todas as nuvens escuras se  dissiparão.&lt;br /&gt;Que repousará tuas mãos nas minhas quando o som&lt;br /&gt;do dia cessar  invadido pelo silêncio assustador da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Vem e abra a janela da minha  alma,&lt;br /&gt;quero o céu , ver estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Venha e nada fale,&lt;br /&gt;só eu sei o jeito de  calar tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Vem... enrosca tua língua na minha&lt;br /&gt;Só assim...&lt;br /&gt;meus sonhos  se transformarão em manhãs barulhentas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Não precisa dizer nada, teus olhos antecipam respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-5168557895222923240?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5168557895222923240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5168557895222923240&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5168557895222923240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5168557895222923240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/esperando.html' title='- Esperando... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrzT8V7B_UI/AAAAAAAAALY/kcopnSWzRXc/s72-c/AX002-987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6604206891204914532</id><published>2007-08-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:09.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eu faço assim... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrqapV7B_TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ml2fkWfEQ2Y/s1600-h/42-15259877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrqapV7B_TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ml2fkWfEQ2Y/s320/42-15259877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096555963373190450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Da vida nada levamos mas deixamos aqui nossas ações,&lt;br /&gt;acredite em você!&lt;br /&gt;Todos  nascemos felizes, a alegria não é&lt;br /&gt;algo a ser conquistado e sim trabalhado.&lt;br /&gt;É  verdade que não é fácil, depende, acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;de aprender, de saber, de se  conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Exige coragem, persistência, tolerância e muita humildade.&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade  é uma viagem, não um destino.&lt;br /&gt;No desejo de conquistá-la, esquecemos sim de  acordá-la,&lt;br /&gt;aqui dentro da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Não temamos nos afeiçoar às pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue viver sem amor, sem amigos, sem ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos ouvir um pouco  mais a voz do nosso coração e&lt;br /&gt;acreditar que um dia encontrará o que todos  queremos,&lt;br /&gt;o amor incondicional, um amor puro, inocente,&lt;br /&gt;um amor eterno,  verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;E assim poderá amar, amar até à eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Observe a  natureza, tão perfeita...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nasce, tudo morre, tudo tem um ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Viva  seu ciclo com paixão, sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias temos um momento em que é &lt;br /&gt;possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes.&lt;br /&gt;O instante mágico é o momento em  que um "sim" ou um "não"&lt;br /&gt;pode mudar toda a nossa existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;(Postei certa vez no meu outro Blog,&lt;br /&gt;'Quem sabe isso quer dizer amor',&lt;br /&gt;aqui, colei a parte final.)&lt;br /&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/8184314776731724958-6604206891204914532?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6604206891204914532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6604206891204914532&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6604206891204914532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6604206891204914532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-fao-assim.html' title='- Eu faço assim... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrqapV7B_TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ml2fkWfEQ2Y/s72-c/42-15259877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-1872360386809426885</id><published>2007-08-06T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:10.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sobre saudade... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrfHGF7B_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/w2UEYK1Z-2M/s1600-h/AX005-324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrfHGF7B_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/w2UEYK1Z-2M/s320/AX005-324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095760410875919650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Porque Chega o momento em que as memórias rasgam as veste,&lt;br /&gt;nos deixa assim, nua de tudo e todos...&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos com a alma absorvida e nos deixamos cair&lt;br /&gt;nas fotografias que passam por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse me vestir do amor de quem amo&lt;br /&gt;andaria maravilhosa todos os dias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(132, 56, 148);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-1872360386809426885?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1872360386809426885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=1872360386809426885&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1872360386809426885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1872360386809426885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/sobre-saudade.html' title='- Sobre saudade... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrfHGF7B_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/w2UEYK1Z-2M/s72-c/AX005-324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-8337680005948047576</id><published>2007-08-01T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- O livro do desassossego -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFSh17B_RI/AAAAAAAAALA/XOQodn_5uBw/s1600-h/42-15252242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFSh17B_RI/AAAAAAAAALA/XOQodn_5uBw/s320/42-15252242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093943394896575762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Forte1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nas relações entre uma alma e outra,&lt;br /&gt;através de coisas tão incertas e divergentes&lt;br /&gt;como as palavras comuns e os gestos que se empreendem,&lt;br /&gt;são matéria de estranha complexidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na própria arte em que nos conhecemos, nos desconhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dizem os dois “amo-te” ou pensam-no e sentem-no por troca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e cada um quer dizer uma idéia diferente,&lt;br /&gt;uma vida diferente, até porventura,&lt;br /&gt;uma cor ou um aroma diferente,&lt;br /&gt;na soma abstrata de impressões que constituía atividade da alma. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Forte1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Estou hoje lúcido como se não existisse." (...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;O LIVRO DO DESASSOSSEGO&lt;br /&gt;Fernando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;essoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-8337680005948047576?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8337680005948047576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=8337680005948047576&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8337680005948047576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8337680005948047576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-livro-do-desassossego.html' title='- O livro do desassossego -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFSh17B_RI/AAAAAAAAALA/XOQodn_5uBw/s72-c/42-15252242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2353866947931284223</id><published>2007-08-01T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Viajante -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Diante da vastidão do espaço&lt;br /&gt;e da imensidade do tempo&lt;br /&gt;é para mim uma alegria poder partilhar&lt;br /&gt;um planeta e uma época com você&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFP5V7B_QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wDPRsG5cTBQ/s1600-h/F5AN2+tempo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFP5V7B_QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wDPRsG5cTBQ/s320/F5AN2+tempo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940500088618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Vaguei nesse mundo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Visitei muitos lugares distantes&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de rostos vi&lt;br /&gt;Bastou te olhar uma única vez&lt;br /&gt;pra ter certeza de tudo&lt;br /&gt;aqui dentro, em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-2353866947931284223?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2353866947931284223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2353866947931284223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2353866947931284223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2353866947931284223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/viajante.html' title='- Viajante -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RrFP5V7B_QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wDPRsG5cTBQ/s72-c/F5AN2+tempo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-8834347936941734557</id><published>2007-07-16T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:10.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- vibrações do amor -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpwYTKgE8PI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IJBydWvJqtA/s1600-h/chaps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpwYTKgE8PI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IJBydWvJqtA/s320/chaps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087968396537295090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Handscript SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;Meu corpo sente quando recebe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Handscript SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;às vibrações do amor, da harmonia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Handscript SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que eu possa usar a sublime energia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Handscript SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;que me toca, afastando assim, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Handscript SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;todo o mal de se infiltrar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8184314776731724958-8834347936941734557?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8834347936941734557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=8834347936941734557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8834347936941734557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8834347936941734557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/vibraes-do-amor.html' title='- vibrações do amor -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpwYTKgE8PI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IJBydWvJqtA/s72-c/chaps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2215350259378272731</id><published>2007-07-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:51:30.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- É só sentir -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0e2z-5c6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Yn6MbDj1Skc/s1600-h/a+(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335955060519695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0e2z-5c6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Yn6MbDj1Skc/s320/a+(72).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#006600;"&gt;Ninguém fala para si mesmo em voz alta.&lt;br /&gt;Já que todos somos um,&lt;br /&gt;falemos desse outro modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#006600;"&gt;Os pés e as mãos conhecem o desejo da alma&lt;br /&gt;Fechemos pois a boca e conversemos através da alma&lt;br /&gt;Só a alma conhece o destino de tudo, passo a passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#006600;"&gt;Vem, se te interessas, posso mostrar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-2215350259378272731?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2215350259378272731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2215350259378272731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2215350259378272731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2215350259378272731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-sentir.html' title='- É só sentir -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Sg0e2z-5c6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Yn6MbDj1Skc/s72-c/a+(72).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-717731479961899858</id><published>2007-07-11T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:11.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Energia... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpWbcagE8NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNoXanYlR6Y/s1600-h/.0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpWbcagE8NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNoXanYlR6Y/s320/.0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086142266637349074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;Oh, dia, levanta! Os átomos  dançam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;As almas, loucas de êxtase dançam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;A abóbada celeste, por causa  deste Ser, dança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;Ao ouvido te direi aonde a leva sua dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-717731479961899858?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/717731479961899858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=717731479961899858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/717731479961899858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/717731479961899858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/energia.html' title='- Energia... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpWbcagE8NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vNoXanYlR6Y/s72-c/.0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-1071786596540808365</id><published>2007-07-08T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:12.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Deixando fluir... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpGL6ez63qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QMwscmp7y1I/s1600-h/ashe4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpGL6ez63qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QMwscmp7y1I/s320/ashe4s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084999291097505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Que eu,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo em momentos turbulentos,&lt;br /&gt;consiga esvaziar minha mente&lt;br /&gt;das emoções e preocupações diárias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Daí então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;No silêncio da minha prece,&lt;br /&gt;me fazer ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;como gritos lançados&lt;br /&gt;por multidões ao espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Que as vibrações positivas que lanço,&lt;br /&gt;possam tocar a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixar nunca que o mal triunfe,&lt;br /&gt;alastre e se aloje em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;uando a paz interior toca nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;todos os sentidos se acalmam,&lt;br /&gt;a razão se aquieta e&lt;br /&gt;assim ficamos mais unidos à vida,&lt;br /&gt;tudo se torna mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-1071786596540808365?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1071786596540808365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=1071786596540808365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1071786596540808365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1071786596540808365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/deixando-fluir_08.html' title='- Deixando fluir... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RpGL6ez63qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QMwscmp7y1I/s72-c/ashe4s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-8267999653303728413</id><published>2007-07-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:12.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Te amo! -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Ro_AOuz63mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/S4fC3mbaWJM/s1600-h/42-15290479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Ro_AOuz63mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/S4fC3mbaWJM/s320/42-15290479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084493863641079394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me fale de amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;mesmo que tudo já tenha sido dito...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fale!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de nada original,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;quero palavras lindas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;só isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-8267999653303728413?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8267999653303728413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=8267999653303728413&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8267999653303728413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8267999653303728413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/te-amo.html' title='- Te amo! -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Ro_AOuz63mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/S4fC3mbaWJM/s72-c/42-15290479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7007249419065138779</id><published>2007-07-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:12.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Esperança... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rordtez63lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zfi5Mp2iQf8/s1600-h/pst.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rordtez63lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zfi5Mp2iQf8/s320/pst.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083118902875709010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se teus olhos me seguirem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu distraída, você tão carente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuidarei de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu olhar repousar no teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;num desejo de um abraço infantil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não te abandonarei jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tentarei transformar toda sua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;pelo milagre do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Prometo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 38, 69); font-weight: bold;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu te amar cada dia mais e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais não se assuste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque só sei ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto tirada em um dia&lt;br /&gt;de festinha no Abrigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7007249419065138779?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7007249419065138779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7007249419065138779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7007249419065138779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7007249419065138779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/se-teus-olhos-me-seguirem-eu-distrada.html' title='- Esperança... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rordtez63lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zfi5Mp2iQf8/s72-c/pst.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-546442880679889489</id><published>2007-06-30T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:12.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Como fué -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RodL7ez63iI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bD7k7_c70Ig/s1600-h/DS0174KR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RodL7ez63iI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bD7k7_c70Ig/s320/DS0174KR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082114189766090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Como fue&lt;br /&gt;No se decirte&lt;br /&gt;Como fue&lt;br /&gt;No se explicarte que paso&lt;br /&gt;Pero de ti me enamore&lt;br /&gt;Fue una luz&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumino&lt;br /&gt;Todo mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Tu risas como un marantial&lt;br /&gt;Lleno mi vida de inquietud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Fueran tus ojos o tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Fueran tus manos o tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Fue algo mejor la impaciencia&lt;br /&gt;De tanto esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="texto_histo" align="center"&gt;Tu llegaras&lt;br /&gt;Mas no, no se&lt;br /&gt;No se decirte&lt;br /&gt;Como fue&lt;br /&gt;No se explicarte que paso&lt;br /&gt;Pero de ti me enamore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="texto_histo" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- COMO FUÉ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="texto_histo" align="center"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baPQxeOIVTc&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="texto_histo" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-546442880679889489?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/546442880679889489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=546442880679889489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/546442880679889489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/546442880679889489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/como-fu.html' title='- Como fué -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RodL7ez63iI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bD7k7_c70Ig/s72-c/DS0174KR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7741974218200359072</id><published>2007-06-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:12.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Simples beijo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RoRexez63hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U2-aFI-RYaU/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RoRexez63hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U2-aFI-RYaU/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081290483758194194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Às vezes me assusto com tanta informação &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ecoando em minha mente numa freqüência absurda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sei que são simples, eu as sinto assim, as compreendo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mas me fogem quando tento aplicá-las.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Creio que a solução de tantas perguntas seja essa... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UM BEIJO SEM FIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ouvindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It will completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or i´ll never give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7741974218200359072?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7741974218200359072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7741974218200359072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7741974218200359072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7741974218200359072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/simples-beijo.html' title='- Simples beijo -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RoRexez63hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U2-aFI-RYaU/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6238765259318239120</id><published>2007-06-21T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:13.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sou teu refúgio -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RntSPzDD43I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8XQDuWaQn8Q/s1600-h/u10023228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RntSPzDD43I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8XQDuWaQn8Q/s320/u10023228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078743436144927602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;O tempo é sempre imprevisível,&lt;br /&gt;vá mas se o tempo mudar, volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aqui eu te empresto o meu guarda-chuva...&lt;br /&gt;É vermelho, lembra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-6238765259318239120?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6238765259318239120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6238765259318239120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6238765259318239120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6238765259318239120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/sou-teu-refgio.html' title='- Sou teu refúgio -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RntSPzDD43I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8XQDuWaQn8Q/s72-c/u10023228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3647575077036735124</id><published>2007-06-21T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:36:56.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;bgsound src="http://www.tempoesia1.hpgvip.ig.com.br/midi/nacional/Flavio_Venturini/Pra_Lembrar_de_Nos.mid"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-3647575077036735124?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3647575077036735124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3647575077036735124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3647575077036735124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3647575077036735124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_7496.html' title='.'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-87695770427913899</id><published>2007-06-21T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Pra lembrar de nós -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnq3uzDD41I/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JzoCQdN2NQ/s1600-h/42-15290479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnq3uzDD41I/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JzoCQdN2NQ/s320/42-15290479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078573544418566994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu puder tocar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcançar o fim do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaivota me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre as  nuvens e o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ver nascer um dia bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito pra lembrar de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oceano a  separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vidas que ficaram tão sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Flávio Venturini -&lt;br /&gt;Eh linda demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-87695770427913899?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/87695770427913899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=87695770427913899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/87695770427913899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/87695770427913899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/pra-lembrar-de-ns.html' title='- Pra lembrar de nós -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnq3uzDD41I/AAAAAAAAAIM/7JzoCQdN2NQ/s72-c/42-15290479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-57826238679290088</id><published>2007-06-19T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:13.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Meu anjo  -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virou um anjinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;voltou para a nuvem de onde pulou e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; mora na estrelinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais brilhante do céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnf5vTDD40I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zo1aeN-r3-E/s1600-h/JG0222208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnf5vTDD40I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zo1aeN-r3-E/s320/JG0222208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077801695845802818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Não importa se você agora tah perto ou longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;o que importa eh que existiu na minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;e viverá em mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;hoje meu consolo é lembrar e sentir sua falta.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-57826238679290088?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/57826238679290088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=57826238679290088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/57826238679290088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/57826238679290088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/meu-anjo.html' title='- Meu anjo  -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rnf5vTDD40I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zo1aeN-r3-E/s72-c/JG0222208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7328233717244246950</id><published>2007-06-18T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:13.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Desnude sua alma -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnbcKDDD4zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kc09h8hgz44/s1600-h/PNS-352710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnbcKDDD4zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kc09h8hgz44/s320/PNS-352710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077487695081759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Deixarei que as nuvens que encobrem minha visão passem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;logo o céu fica  lindooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E se não for do jeito que queríamos ou que só eu sonhei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que pelo  menos possamos ajustar o corpo à dor da melhor forma possível, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aprendendo a  lidar com tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;o duro é que nunca estamos preparados, dói muito sempre.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Depois fica aquela saudade que me faz escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bom seria se no dia que  deixasse de doer virasse uma doce recordação, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aquela que nos faz sorrir e  mostra que se aconteceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;foi porque vivemos tudo intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Que sigamos  livres do medo, para buscar sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;nem que seja na loucura atingir de novo  a idade da inocência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;onde nada tem limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No fim, entre tantas cicatrizes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tudo valeu e vamos seguindo em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No final da nossa caminhada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;se  deixamos sorrisos no pensamento dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no nosso rosto, é sinal que  soubemos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;da nossa maneira viver com a sabedoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;necessária para encaixar  tudo dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;Trecho meu já postado um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7328233717244246950?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7328233717244246950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7328233717244246950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7328233717244246950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7328233717244246950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/desnude-sua-alma.html' title='- Desnude sua alma -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnbcKDDD4zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kc09h8hgz44/s72-c/PNS-352710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-423459455768126438</id><published>2007-06-17T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:14.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ele fala por mim... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXYUjDD4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BoXXaqQp3eI/s1600-h/IS900-218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXYUjDD4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BoXXaqQp3eI/s320/IS900-218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077202002447164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Sereis, na verdade,  livres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não quando vossos dias estiverem sem preocupação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e vossas noites sem  necessidades e sem aflição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas antes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando essas coisas sobrecarregarem vossa  vida e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entretanto, conseguirdes elevar-vos acima delas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desnudos e  desatados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="GramE"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído do  livro “O Profeta”:&lt;br /&gt;Gibran&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="GramE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8184314776731724958-423459455768126438?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/423459455768126438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=423459455768126438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/423459455768126438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/423459455768126438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/ele-fala-por-mim_17.html' title='- Ele fala por mim... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXYUjDD4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BoXXaqQp3eI/s72-c/IS900-218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2296395593597860440</id><published>2007-06-17T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:14.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ele fala por mim... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXTJjDD4tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TyURWrW2_-0/s1600-h/42-16876067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXTJjDD4tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TyURWrW2_-0/s320/42-16876067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077196315910464210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“Mais um curto  instante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;e minha nostalgia começará a recolher argila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;e espuma para um novo  corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mais um curto instante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mais um descanso rápido sobre o vento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;e outra  mulher me conceberá”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extraídos do  livro “O Profeta”&lt;br /&gt;do meu poeta:&lt;br /&gt;Gibran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8184314776731724958-2296395593597860440?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2296395593597860440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2296395593597860440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2296395593597860440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2296395593597860440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/ele-fala-por-mim.html' title='- Ele fala por mim... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnXTJjDD4tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TyURWrW2_-0/s72-c/42-16876067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5629922864092011351</id><published>2007-06-14T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:14.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Tudo bem simples -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnIcVzDD4rI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BnosmuYYeLU/s1600-h/ISPC070005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnIcVzDD4rI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BnosmuYYeLU/s320/ISPC070005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076150890805846706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor é simples, não há o que complicar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o ser humano é complicado e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;até mesmo isso ele consegue dificultar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-5629922864092011351?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5629922864092011351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5629922864092011351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5629922864092011351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5629922864092011351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/tudo-bem-simles.html' title='- Tudo bem simples -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RnIcVzDD4rI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BnosmuYYeLU/s72-c/ISPC070005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-965777023789536747</id><published>2007-06-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:14.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sobre otimismo... -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmzPEzDD4hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O1CQnd_5hp4/s1600-h/wou076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmzPEzDD4hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O1CQnd_5hp4/s320/wou076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074658561469178386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicidade chama felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tristeza é só uma visita  inesperada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;indesejada,&lt;br /&gt;não mora na gente não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chega e se não bem  recebida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acaba indo embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-965777023789536747?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/965777023789536747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=965777023789536747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/965777023789536747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/965777023789536747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/sobre-otimismo.html' title='- Sobre otimismo... -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmzPEzDD4hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O1CQnd_5hp4/s72-c/wou076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-8750484905857087659</id><published>2007-06-09T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:14.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Outro lugar -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmuMjDDD4gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mEgs20_EtIQ/s1600-h/PX030076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmuMjDDD4gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mEgs20_EtIQ/s320/PX030076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074303938904449538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como é curto um dia...&lt;br /&gt;como pode o Sol se pôr tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;...quando a noite cair sobre vc&lt;br /&gt;me deixe entrar na sua escuridão e ficar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Trecho de um texto meu postado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia 15/06/06 no meu outro Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-8750484905857087659?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8750484905857087659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=8750484905857087659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8750484905857087659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8750484905857087659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/outro-lugar.html' title='- Outro lugar -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmuMjDDD4gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mEgs20_EtIQ/s72-c/PX030076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5552589974023675610</id><published>2007-06-07T22:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:15.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Noites com sol -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rmjv6zDD4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jcKC0dkCuVY/s1600-h/zblog21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rmjv6zDD4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jcKC0dkCuVY/s320/zblog21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073568773647360498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sigo sempre serena nos caminhos da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;todos ensinam e transformam, acrescentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;somos pescadores de vivências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Noites são escuras mas podem ser também de luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;se temos fé, podemos tudo transformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Temos uma imensa capacidade interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Estamos em convivência com energias diversas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que possamos sintonizar a melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Façamos das nossas noites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lindas &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOITES COM SOL&lt;/span&gt; todos os dias... &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/8184314776731724958-5552589974023675610?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5552589974023675610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5552589974023675610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5552589974023675610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5552589974023675610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/noites-com-sol.html' title='- Noites com sol -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rmjv6zDD4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jcKC0dkCuVY/s72-c/zblog21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7614528178361922061</id><published>2007-06-06T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:15.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eu! -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmbKxTDD4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lf6PYpbFRzY/s1600-h/FAN2016664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmbKxTDD4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lf6PYpbFRzY/s320/FAN2016664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072964978554954178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Agora sou pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Nascida num cometa qualquer&lt;br /&gt;E serei o que quiser,&lt;br /&gt;pôr-do-sol, Cor-de-rosa,&lt;br /&gt;bem ou mal-me-quer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saio por ai escrevendo...&lt;br /&gt;nomes em lugares,&lt;br /&gt;sorrisos em rostos,&lt;br /&gt;pessoas em papéis,&lt;br /&gt;e sentimentos em nomes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8184314776731724958-7614528178361922061?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7614528178361922061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7614528178361922061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7614528178361922061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7614528178361922061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/eu.html' title='- Eu! -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmbKxTDD4cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lf6PYpbFRzY/s72-c/FAN2016664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7788095003804670527</id><published>2007-06-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eternamente -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmS7xjDD4aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SlgqrhUrUkE/s1600-h/42-15960097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmS7xjDD4aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SlgqrhUrUkE/s320/42-15960097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072385540222083490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só mesmo o tempo pode revelar&lt;br /&gt;O lado oculto das paixões&lt;br /&gt;O que se foi e o que não passará&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecíveis sensações&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre vão ficar prá nos fazer lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos, beijos, tan tos momentos bons&lt;br /&gt;Só mesmo o tempo vai poder provar&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade das canções&lt;br /&gt;A nossa música está no ar&lt;br /&gt;Emocionando corações&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo que é amor parece com você&lt;br /&gt;Pense, lembre, nun ca vou te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter sempre você comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor eu canto e cantarei&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo que eu amei na vida&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vou te esquecer&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/8184314776731724958-7788095003804670527?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7788095003804670527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7788095003804670527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7788095003804670527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7788095003804670527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/eternamente_2815.html' title='- Eternamente -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmS7xjDD4aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SlgqrhUrUkE/s72-c/42-15960097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7527120333069971468</id><published>2007-06-03T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:15.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Floradas de amor -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOsEWkXhAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wg6KzQsmeks/s1600-h/42-17728436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOsEWkXhAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wg6KzQsmeks/s320/42-17728436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072086796126880770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantas chances perdidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De fazer vingar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floradas de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em nossas  vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribo eh tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai dar certo Daniel!!!&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/8184314776731724958-7527120333069971468?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7527120333069971468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7527120333069971468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7527120333069971468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7527120333069971468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/floradas-de-amor.html' title='- Floradas de amor -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOsEWkXhAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wg6KzQsmeks/s72-c/42-17728436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-3672034774209414727</id><published>2007-06-03T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:16.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Todo sentimento -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOo0WkXg_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/86Tg1PdFCFQ/s1600-h/42-16453880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOo0WkXg_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/86Tg1PdFCFQ/s320/42-16453880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072083222714090482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Depois de te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te encontro com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez num tempo da  delicadeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde não diremos nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas seguirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como  encantado ao lado teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pq amo Chico demais!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-3672034774209414727?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3672034774209414727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=3672034774209414727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3672034774209414727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/3672034774209414727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/todo-sentimento.html' title='- Todo sentimento -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmOo0WkXg_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/86Tg1PdFCFQ/s72-c/42-16453880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7033926526275499453</id><published>2007-06-03T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:16.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ganância -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN7EGkXg-I/AAAAAAAAADs/qucdKv5UIoM/s1600-h/453259b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN7EGkXg-I/AAAAAAAAADs/qucdKv5UIoM/s320/453259b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072032915762152418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Toda entrega desinteressada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ainda que mínima, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toda participação, todo amor, nos faz ricos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enquanto que todo empenho pela posse e pelo poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos rouba forças e nos torna mais pobres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7033926526275499453?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7033926526275499453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7033926526275499453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7033926526275499453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7033926526275499453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/ganncia.html' title='- Ganância -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN7EGkXg-I/AAAAAAAAADs/qucdKv5UIoM/s72-c/453259b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-834489631626838673</id><published>2007-06-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:16.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mão única -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN5M2kXg9I/AAAAAAAAADk/OzVZvXP-ttY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN5M2kXg9I/AAAAAAAAADk/OzVZvXP-ttY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072030867062752210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão clara pra minha vida normal,&lt;br /&gt;recheada de desejos e sonhos simples,&lt;br /&gt;tão feliz e determinada em seguir soh com meus pés,&lt;br /&gt;seguindo a estrada que sempre busquei.&lt;br /&gt;Ah pq existem desvios, encruzilhadas??? Tão mais fácil seria,&lt;br /&gt;que além de reta ela fosse de mão única para que não&lt;br /&gt;toparmos de cara com o acaso que insiste em pregar peças,&lt;br /&gt;atropelar roteiros traçados, adormecer sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas não queria ninguém morando aqui dentro,&lt;br /&gt;sempre entra alguém que de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;fere meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-834489631626838673?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/834489631626838673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=834489631626838673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/834489631626838673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/834489631626838673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/mo-nica.html' title='- Mão única -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmN5M2kXg9I/AAAAAAAAADk/OzVZvXP-ttY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5697220003162022058</id><published>2007-06-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:16.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Meu coração -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLNvWkXg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/bdGuSXDCmA4/s1600-h/1574R-23914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLNvWkXg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/bdGuSXDCmA4/s320/1574R-23914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842343768261570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, o coração não está tão apertado. Nem mesmo pequenino...&lt;br /&gt;Está, a cada dia, se expandindo, pulsando num ritmo diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Continua tranqüilo, mas está agora mais sorridente.&lt;br /&gt;Não está com pressa, quer viver tudo calmamente.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar cada nova sensação, cada novo encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Está feliz por não estar mais vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Está sorrindo pra&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-5697220003162022058?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5697220003162022058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5697220003162022058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5697220003162022058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5697220003162022058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/meu-corao.html' title='- Meu coração -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLNvWkXg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/bdGuSXDCmA4/s72-c/1574R-23914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6461856074173475563</id><published>2007-06-03T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:16.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-  Sábio Chinês -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLLtGkXg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/rPWJOOQV42c/s1600-h/1574R-23914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLLtGkXg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/rPWJOOQV42c/s320/1574R-23914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071840106090300338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Era uma vez um sábio chinês que um dia sonhou que era uma borboleta,&lt;br /&gt;Voando nos campos,&lt;br /&gt;Pousando nas flores,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo assim um lindo sonho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia acordou,&lt;br /&gt;E pro resto da vida uma dúvida lhe acompanhou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele era um sábio chinês que sonhou que era uma borboleta,&lt;br /&gt;Ou se era uma borboleta sonhando que era um sábio chinês.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- do Raulzito -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-6461856074173475563?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6461856074173475563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6461856074173475563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6461856074173475563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6461856074173475563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/sbio-chins.html' title='-  Sábio Chinês -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLLtGkXg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/rPWJOOQV42c/s72-c/1574R-23914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-6251928211074759695</id><published>2007-06-03T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:17.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Preconceito -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLJfmkXg5I/AAAAAAAAADE/eMRiJ7xo5q0/s1600-h/zblog21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLJfmkXg5I/AAAAAAAAADE/eMRiJ7xo5q0/s320/zblog21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071837675138810770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Não há sonho mais bonito do que o amor da grande fraternidade humana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quando dois homens se encontrarem, sejam de povos, sejam de raças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sejam de classes diferentes,que eles possam sempre apertar as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E quando essas mãos se encontrarem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;possamos fazer com elas uma corrente para transformar o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pois se cada um de nós for uma semente que o vento espalha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;esse sonho será real um dia"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-6251928211074759695?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6251928211074759695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=6251928211074759695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6251928211074759695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/6251928211074759695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/preconceito.html' title='- Preconceito -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmLJfmkXg5I/AAAAAAAAADE/eMRiJ7xo5q0/s72-c/zblog21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5235898334846727452</id><published>2007-06-02T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:17.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Te amo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmI5_GkXg4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t05Q9QcHdxc/s1600-h/BR-0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmI5_GkXg4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t05Q9QcHdxc/s320/BR-0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071679886630290306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Sinto que o amor é uma troca,&lt;br /&gt;simples e profunda&lt;br /&gt;onde se aprende e ensina, compartilha.&lt;br /&gt;Cada obstáculo o fortalece...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade plena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-5235898334846727452?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5235898334846727452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5235898334846727452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5235898334846727452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5235898334846727452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/te-amo.html' title='- Te amo -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmI5_GkXg4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/t05Q9QcHdxc/s72-c/BR-0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-1977213739323701311</id><published>2007-06-01T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:17.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Troy -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDqy2kXg3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RPeIcY7iNH4/s1600-h/troia-poster12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDqy2kXg3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RPeIcY7iNH4/s320/troia-poster12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071311339781587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A guerra é travada por nações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mas os seres humanos é quem pagam.&lt;br /&gt;Para os que sobrevivem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;resta a lembrança da vergonha,&lt;br /&gt;da miséria e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; da matança.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses tempos sóbrios, só nos resta nos agarrar ao amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é através do amor que nós esperamos e&lt;br /&gt;pedimos para que os Deuses nos mandem&lt;br /&gt;A PAZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;- Helena de Tróia  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-1977213739323701311?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1977213739323701311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=1977213739323701311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1977213739323701311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1977213739323701311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/troy.html' title='- Troy -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDqy2kXg3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RPeIcY7iNH4/s72-c/troia-poster12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7500947005797176391</id><published>2007-06-01T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:17.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Wish You Were Here  -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDpkmkXg2I/AAAAAAAAACs/Tz5JI5SdXzA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDpkmkXg2I/AAAAAAAAACs/Tz5JI5SdXzA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071309995456824162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;- Pink Floyd -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7500947005797176391?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7500947005797176391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7500947005797176391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7500947005797176391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7500947005797176391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/wish-you-were-here.html' title='- Wish You Were Here  -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDpkmkXg2I/AAAAAAAAACs/Tz5JI5SdXzA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-210353358285146493</id><published>2007-06-01T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:17.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Amnésia -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDgXGkXg1I/AAAAAAAAACk/Xx6HCuOV6Us/s1600-h/467669b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDgXGkXg1I/AAAAAAAAACk/Xx6HCuOV6Us/s320/467669b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071299867923940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;Feche os olhos. Feche os olhos e sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Sinta com o coração e com a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode sentir os detalhes,&lt;br /&gt;os detalhes que nunca expressou com palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;E você pode sentir esses momentos mesmo que não queira.&lt;br /&gt;Junte tudo e você conhece uma pessoa o bastante para saber a falta que lhe faz.&lt;br /&gt;então saberá que ama alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;- Memento -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Basic Sans SF&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-210353358285146493?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/210353358285146493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=210353358285146493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/210353358285146493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/210353358285146493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/amnsia.html' title='- Amnésia -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDgXGkXg1I/AAAAAAAAACk/Xx6HCuOV6Us/s72-c/467669b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-1366662336107943569</id><published>2007-06-01T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:18.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Doce emoção -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDa7mkXg0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7YA6PoEaPBM/s1600-h/467669b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDa7mkXg0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7YA6PoEaPBM/s320/467669b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293897919398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;Talvez algumas vezes eu entenda tudo errado,&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo bem, nada vai mudar mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;tudo vai continuar a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algumas vezes eu sinta medo,&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Parece que quanto mais eu continuo a mesma,&lt;br /&gt;mais as coisas mudam&lt;br /&gt;Acho isso estranho, mas de uma coisa tenho certeza...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma emoção doce demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-1366662336107943569?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1366662336107943569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=1366662336107943569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1366662336107943569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/1366662336107943569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/doce-emoo.html' title='- Doce emoção -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDa7mkXg0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7YA6PoEaPBM/s72-c/467669b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-8105973761002215806</id><published>2007-06-01T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:18.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-  Uma mente Brilhante. -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDUEWkXgzI/AAAAAAAAACU/vnQiBTkpxLI/s1600-h/mente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDUEWkXgzI/AAAAAAAAACU/vnQiBTkpxLI/s320/mente.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071286351661859634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;Busquei em toda a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;soluções para diversos problemas,&lt;br /&gt;mas só fui descobrir nas equações do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Só estou aqui por vc...&lt;br /&gt;Você é a razão de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha única razão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;- Russel Crow -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-8105973761002215806?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8105973761002215806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=8105973761002215806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8105973761002215806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/8105973761002215806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/uma-mente-brilhante.html' title='-  Uma mente Brilhante. -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmDUEWkXgzI/AAAAAAAAACU/vnQiBTkpxLI/s72-c/mente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4815690828576427877</id><published>2007-06-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:18.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Cartas de amor -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmBR_2kXgxI/AAAAAAAAACE/I525PJr_7c4/s1600-h/PNS-411041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmBR_2kXgxI/AAAAAAAAACE/I525PJr_7c4/s320/PNS-411041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071143337840837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quando uma coisa é muito grande, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;é preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;afastar-se  dela para enxergá-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gibran Khalil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(o poeta que fala qse tudo por mim)&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/8184314776731724958-4815690828576427877?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4815690828576427877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4815690828576427877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4815690828576427877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4815690828576427877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/cartas-de-amor.html' title='- Cartas de amor -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/RmBR_2kXgxI/AAAAAAAAACE/I525PJr_7c4/s72-c/PNS-411041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7393252066332498065</id><published>2007-05-31T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:19.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Vó Tarta -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-iHWkXgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t_ohuklCcIA/s1600-h/Tartaruga.doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-iHWkXgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t_ohuklCcIA/s320/Tartaruga.doc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070949952643367682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;A minha avó transformou-se em tartaruga de Aldabra&lt;br /&gt;- A tartaruga que amava Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem sabia Shakespeare decor conseguiria&lt;br /&gt;entender qualquer coisa na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas surge um problema:&lt;br /&gt;As tartarugas da espécie da vovó vivem em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;Aldabra,&lt;br /&gt;uma ilha do arquipélago das Seychelles, um atol do Oceano Índico.&lt;br /&gt;não me pergunte o pq disso,&lt;br /&gt;minha vó eh piradinha resolveu tah resolvido,&lt;br /&gt;faze o que neh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Essa doideira foi um livro, eu e a Bih adaptamos um dia desses hahhaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7393252066332498065?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7393252066332498065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7393252066332498065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7393252066332498065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7393252066332498065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/v-tarta.html' title='- Vó Tarta -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-iHWkXgwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t_ohuklCcIA/s72-c/Tartaruga.doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4713135577871986571</id><published>2007-05-31T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:19.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- O Cálice e a Espada -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-VKmkXguI/AAAAAAAAABo/il2gbINDtkU/s1600-h/42-16939623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-VKmkXguI/AAAAAAAAABo/il2gbINDtkU/s320/42-16939623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070935714826781410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Na ilha de Creta, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;onde a Deusa ainda era suprema, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;não havia sinais de guerra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Aí a economia prosperava &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;e as artes floresciam”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ANE EISLER -&lt;br /&gt;- O Cálice e a Espada -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-4713135577871986571?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4713135577871986571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4713135577871986571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4713135577871986571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4713135577871986571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-clice-e-espada.html' title='- O Cálice e a Espada -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-VKmkXguI/AAAAAAAAABo/il2gbINDtkU/s72-c/42-16939623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-944974916992302888</id><published>2007-05-31T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:19.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Memphis Belle – A Fortaleza Voadora -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-NtmkXgtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FjOoaBsqfe4/s1600-h/B17-Flying-Fortress-The-Mighty-Eighth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-NtmkXgtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FjOoaBsqfe4/s320/B17-Flying-Fortress-The-Mighty-Eighth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070927520029180626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“Sei que encontrarei o meu destino em algum lugar nas nuvens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não odeio a  quem combato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nem amo a quem defendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não é a lei que me leva a lutar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não são políticos, nem multidões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Um solitário impulso de deleite  trouxe-me à guerra nas nuvens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Coloquei tudo na balança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pensei em tudo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Os anos que por vir pareciam um desperdício. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Um desperdício também os  anos que passaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Em equilíbrio com esta vida, com esta morte.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Frase dita pelo personagem Danny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;no filme “MEMPHIS  BELLE – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A FORTALEZA VOADORA”) &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/8184314776731724958-944974916992302888?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/944974916992302888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=944974916992302888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/944974916992302888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/944974916992302888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/memphis-belle-fortaleza-voadora.html' title='- Memphis Belle – A Fortaleza Voadora -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-NtmkXgtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FjOoaBsqfe4/s72-c/B17-Flying-Fortress-The-Mighty-Eighth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-7140088772757609454</id><published>2007-05-31T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:19.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Somos ponte -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-HOmkXgsI/AAAAAAAAABY/r_Xx-qpKN74/s1600-h/SMP0001310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-HOmkXgsI/AAAAAAAAABY/r_Xx-qpKN74/s320/SMP0001310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070920390383469250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somos a ponte através da eternidade, arqueando acima do mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aventurando para nosso prazer, vivendo mistérios pela diversão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;escolhendo desastres triunfos desafios diferenças impossíveis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;testando-nos interminavelmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aprendendo amor amor e AMOR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-7140088772757609454?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7140088772757609454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=7140088772757609454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7140088772757609454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/7140088772757609454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/somos-ponte.html' title='- Somos ponte -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl-HOmkXgsI/AAAAAAAAABY/r_Xx-qpKN74/s72-c/SMP0001310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5489663954400849890</id><published>2007-05-31T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:19.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sou feliz!!! -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl99hmkXgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R2KAa7bZGRw/s1600-h/fotoprotegida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl99hmkXgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R2KAa7bZGRw/s320/fotoprotegida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070909721684705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Perdemos tanto tempo tentando antecipar o nosso sofrimento, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;que não desfrutamos dos bons momentos... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Nem sequer nos passa pela cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que somos felizes apenas pelo fato &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de simplesmente existirmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-5489663954400849890?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5489663954400849890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5489663954400849890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5489663954400849890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5489663954400849890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/sou-feliz_31.html' title='- Sou feliz!!! -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl99hmkXgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R2KAa7bZGRw/s72-c/fotoprotegida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-4912295224799176956</id><published>2007-05-31T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:20.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bate coração -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl97D2kXgqI/AAAAAAAAABE/ffGptiVyvT0/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl97D2kXgqI/AAAAAAAAABE/ffGptiVyvT0/s320/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070907011560342178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faço do meu coração um instrumento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de onde estou aprendendo a tirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;as mais lindas notas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-4912295224799176956?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4912295224799176956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=4912295224799176956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4912295224799176956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/4912295224799176956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/bate-corao.html' title='- Bate coração -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl97D2kXgqI/AAAAAAAAABE/ffGptiVyvT0/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-9104203796794352660</id><published>2007-05-31T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:20.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mora nos meus sonhos -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl93rmkXgpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9GH8AZ76wpQ/s1600-h/1574R-015529B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl93rmkXgpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9GH8AZ76wpQ/s320/1574R-015529B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070903296413631122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Quem me dera se soubesse o lugar exato que te encontrei nos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;lá eu retornaria,&lt;br /&gt;te buscaria e não mais&lt;br /&gt;te deixaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;~Ana Brunini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184314776731724958-9104203796794352660?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9104203796794352660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=9104203796794352660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/9104203796794352660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/9104203796794352660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/mora-nos-meus-sonhos.html' title='- Mora nos meus sonhos -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl93rmkXgpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9GH8AZ76wpQ/s72-c/1574R-015529B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-5301389965681270318</id><published>2007-05-31T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:35:20.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Dono do mundo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl9tEmkXgnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mHlTT3fDbUQ/s1600-h/03860342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl9tEmkXgnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mHlTT3fDbUQ/s320/03860342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070891631282455154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;...hoje o menino fecha os olhos e chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;é o senhor das horas, das montanhas e  do cosmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tem na boca o sabor das tempestades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dos granizos nas  cidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sabe que estamos presos em nossa santa ignorância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;quando matamos  nossas crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pela paz divina da nossa ganância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- Dirceu Ramos -&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/8184314776731724958-5301389965681270318?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5301389965681270318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=5301389965681270318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5301389965681270318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/5301389965681270318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/dono-do-mundo.html' title='- Dono do mundo -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Rl9tEmkXgnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mHlTT3fDbUQ/s72-c/03860342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184314776731724958.post-2619414096653122475</id><published>2007-05-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:04:42.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Minha certeza -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Seg4DbjzyLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jMjWUu0NZC0/s1600-h/a+(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325568190954326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Seg4DbjzyLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jMjWUu0NZC0/s320/a+(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Me veio a certeza que valeria a pena no dia em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;que ouvi a sua voz tão sorridente, sim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;há vozes que sorriem, a sua é uma delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Me veio a certeza que um dia te encararia pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;ver se nos teus olhos que verei todos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;sonhos refletidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;~Ana Brunini&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/8184314776731724958-2619414096653122475?l=floradasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2619414096653122475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184314776731724958&amp;postID=2619414096653122475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2619414096653122475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184314776731724958/posts/default/2619414096653122475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradasdeamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/minha-certeza_31.html' title='- Minha certeza -'/><author><name>Floradas de amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11215426519308067185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/SV9jno9iKfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/foObU6N_l54/s1600-R/anaorkut1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jc6jf3tYYiI/Seg4DbjzyLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jMjWUu0NZC0/s72-c/a+(60).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
