<?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-18798722</id><updated>2011-11-25T09:47:27.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Síntese do Conteúdo</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu não gosto de encenar. Eu gosto de ver a cena. Fique com minhas partes boas! 

(Maria Silvia Ribeiro* disse isso em 06/03/02)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-5851546865364017862</id><published>2011-11-25T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:47:27.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBV7n5OJD64/Ts_Tsjch1BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FMvcAGR6YD4/s1600/pensativa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990417520088082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBV7n5OJD64/Ts_Tsjch1BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FMvcAGR6YD4/s320/pensativa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me promete amor sincero, uma vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que com você o meu inverno vira primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vive me jurando estar apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prometeu o mundo e nunca me deu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você não cumpre nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que se eu seguir o seu caminho chegarei ao céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou provando o gosto amargo do seu doce mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nas mentiras das palavras entro no seu jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Procurando água, só encontro fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E queimo nesse fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você fala tão apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Meu amor eu sempre estarei contigo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos nos seus olhos, me emociono e choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que é mentira, mas me sinto vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo sendo falso o ar, sinto que respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentes tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que parece verdade o que você me fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou acreditando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentes tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que até chego a imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que não quer me enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que me ama de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentes tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Mentes tão bem - Zezé &amp;amp; Luciano)&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/18798722-5851546865364017862?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5851546865364017862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=5851546865364017862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5851546865364017862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5851546865364017862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2011/11/tao-bem.html' title='Tão bem...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBV7n5OJD64/Ts_Tsjch1BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FMvcAGR6YD4/s72-c/pensativa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1595534575076899806</id><published>2011-04-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:11:55.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beber, cair e levantar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ePpKcguOY/TbmCqkpV8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gOtZyqrIXVU/s1600/cair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651279515120338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ePpKcguOY/TbmCqkpV8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gOtZyqrIXVU/s320/cair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tão estranho carregar uma vida inteira no corpo, e ninguém suspeitar dos traumas, das quedas, dos medos, dos choros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: She - Elvis Costello)&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/18798722-1595534575076899806?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1595534575076899806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1595534575076899806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1595534575076899806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1595534575076899806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2011/04/beber-cair-e-levantar.html' title='Beber, cair e levantar...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ePpKcguOY/TbmCqkpV8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gOtZyqrIXVU/s72-c/cair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1938480529039690661</id><published>2011-04-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:26:52.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...pensando, pensando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxVzuy5n5_g/TbWOV5itTuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KHy6cKPWbZE/s1600/sentada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599538218579873506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxVzuy5n5_g/TbWOV5itTuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KHy6cKPWbZE/s320/sentada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Certas coisas na vida são de um jeito e pronto, são. Não adianta brigar, acreditar, correr atrás. Elas não mudam. Seguem seu caminho, o mesmo que sempre foi. O tempo passa, todo o resto muda, mas certas coisas apenas permanecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E faz parte da vida a gente aprender a aceitar essas coisas. Aceitar que, por mais que a gente deseje que seja diferente, certas coisas apenas seguem sendo, como sempre foram. Talvez seja o grande gesto de generosidade, humildade diante do curso da vida, imenso demais pra caber na palma de nossas mãos. Talvez seja o desprendimento de estender os braços e deixar que vá. Que siga por onde tiver que seguir e cumpra sua jornada, seja ela qual for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, digo apenas que eu não quero alguém que faça o que eu faço ou o que eu quero. Quero apenas alguém que me complete com meus milhões de defeitos e minhas poucas qualidades. Não procuro uma pessoa perfeita e sim alguém que admita seus erros e cometa novas, não os mesmos. Sei conviver bem com erros! Só não me dou bem com os que sempre se repetem...Não quero alguém que se cale e que aceite tudo sempre. Quero alguém que me ouça quando eu quiser falar, seja paciente quando eu quiser chorar e respeite quando eu simplesmente me calar...Quero alguém em quem acreditar sem desconfianças e receios como sempre fiz ao longo da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"preciso sim, preciso tanto de alguém que aceite tanto meus sonos demorados quanto minhas insônias insuportáveis. tanto meu ciclo ascético Francisco de Assis quanto ciclo etílico bukovskiano. que me desperte com um beijo, abra a janela para o sol ou a penumbra. tanto faz, e sem dizer nada me diga o tempo inteiro alguma coisa com eu sou o outro ser conjunto ao teu, mas nao sou tu, e quero adoçar tua vida. preciso do teu beijo de mel na minha boca de areia seca. preciso da tua mão de seda no couro da minha mão crispada de solidão. preciso dessa emoção que os antigos chamavam de amor, quando sexo não era morte e as pessoas tinham medo disso que fazia a gente dissolver o próprio ego no ego do outro e misturar coxas e espíritos no fundo do outro-você, outro-espelho, outro-igual-sedento-de-não-solidão, bicho carente, tigre e lótus." ( Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ouvindo: carros, motos, gente, vento...silêncio..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-1938480529039690661?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1938480529039690661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1938480529039690661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1938480529039690661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1938480529039690661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2011/04/pensandopensando-pensando.html' title='Pensando...pensando, pensando...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxVzuy5n5_g/TbWOV5itTuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KHy6cKPWbZE/s72-c/sentada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1310945870580561716</id><published>2011-03-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:56:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, eu mesma e Clarice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3VQVnpHMQ/TX4eSyRQKdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jvt3H5w_1po/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583933896066607570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3VQVnpHMQ/TX4eSyRQKdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jvt3H5w_1po/s320/vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sou como você me vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Pensamentos que martelam, martelam....)&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/18798722-1310945870580561716?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1310945870580561716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1310945870580561716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1310945870580561716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1310945870580561716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-eu-mesma-e-clarice.html' title='Eu, eu mesma e Clarice...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3VQVnpHMQ/TX4eSyRQKdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jvt3H5w_1po/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-7351478122826856712</id><published>2011-01-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:27:45.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TSEI6EAc44I/AAAAAAAAAJY/r20H_hmvmnw/s1600/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557733208752972674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TSEI6EAc44I/AAAAAAAAAJY/r20H_hmvmnw/s320/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nada em mim foi covarde, nem mesmo as desistências: desistir, ainda que não pareça, foi meu grande gesto de coragem" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Caio Fernando de Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: .............)&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/18798722-7351478122826856712?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7351478122826856712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=7351478122826856712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7351478122826856712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7351478122826856712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2011/01/desisto.html' title='Desisto...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TSEI6EAc44I/AAAAAAAAAJY/r20H_hmvmnw/s72-c/acaminhodamata3sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-2308472025605461761</id><published>2010-10-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:45:53.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero esquecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TLXEXbz2f0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/mBQwz1xGdN8/s1600/Cabelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527540024548425538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TLXEXbz2f0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/mBQwz1xGdN8/s320/Cabelos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero esquecer o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sociedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A maldade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A loucura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O encanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero me sentar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Num qualquer lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdida no universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrir por tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E por nada voltar a sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esquecer a lágrima angustiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que corre pelo rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdido num olhar infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De um mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De um oceano de dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E dos lábios trêmulos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esboçar um sorriso quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alegre e sem mágoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero esquecer a dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que sinto no meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com tamanha força que nunca senti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Transformá-la numa página,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda por escrever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Num sentimento profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De um céu azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em dia de primavera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Todo amor que houver nessa vida - Cazuza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-2308472025605461761?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2308472025605461761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=2308472025605461761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2308472025605461761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2308472025605461761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-esquecer.html' title='Quero esquecer...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/TLXEXbz2f0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/mBQwz1xGdN8/s72-c/Cabelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-7909486656322780206</id><published>2010-03-04T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:01:58.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma dose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4-gZbQ-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kbPzghWwEaA/s1600-h/Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444746833190364562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4-gZbQ-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kbPzghWwEaA/s320/Bar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Garçon, uma dose de amnésia e uma de desapego, por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Vai uma de amor também?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Não, não. Deixa pra outro dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: A chuva caindo...)&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/18798722-7909486656322780206?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7909486656322780206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=7909486656322780206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7909486656322780206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7909486656322780206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-uma-dose.html' title='Mais uma dose...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4-gZbQ-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kbPzghWwEaA/s72-c/Bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8781070914439448925</id><published>2010-02-24T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:32:22.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4U4OIGHCZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lv71YxfnVJA/s1600-h/Abra%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441817540089547154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4U4OIGHCZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lv71YxfnVJA/s320/Abra%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quando eu estiver triste, simplesmente me abraçe...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-8781070914439448925?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8781070914439448925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8781070914439448925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8781070914439448925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8781070914439448925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente....'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S4U4OIGHCZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lv71YxfnVJA/s72-c/Abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-5411796752765868859</id><published>2010-02-08T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:15:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copiei e colei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S3ANwsf5xEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K3b8n2d7nM/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859880466039874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S3ANwsf5xEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K3b8n2d7nM/s320/Smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Aprendi que palavras de amor perdem o sentido, quando usadas sem critério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E que amigos não são apenas pra se guardar no fundo do peito, mas para mostrar que são amigos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: telefone tocando...preciso ouvir mais música)&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/18798722-5411796752765868859?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5411796752765868859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=5411796752765868859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5411796752765868859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5411796752765868859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2010/02/copiei-e-colei.html' title='Copiei e colei...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/S3ANwsf5xEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K3b8n2d7nM/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-4742772979512418297</id><published>2010-01-31T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:32:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f.i.m</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero ver a minha vida resumida em pequenos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu queria de você apenas sua presença....seu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você não entendeu e pos tudo a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! Era tão pouco o que eu queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: tv, cachorro latindo, criança chorando, coração lamentando...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-4742772979512418297?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4742772979512418297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=4742772979512418297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4742772979512418297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4742772979512418297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fim.html' title='f.i.m'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-3809927584163353557</id><published>2009-12-22T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:42:13.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SzCv6IjxZNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kJ0iZNceIDY/s1600-h/Pessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418023764991501522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SzCv6IjxZNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kJ0iZNceIDY/s320/Pessoas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "As pessoas costumam sofrer mais do que a situação exige"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Roberto Shinyashiki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Coisas da Vida - Rita Lee)&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/18798722-3809927584163353557?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/3809927584163353557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=3809927584163353557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/3809927584163353557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/3809927584163353557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas da Vida'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SzCv6IjxZNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kJ0iZNceIDY/s72-c/Pessoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8541264949923471729</id><published>2009-09-08T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:46:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SqaX0dq4YBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r7YqD5z6r-Y/s1600-h/passos-na-areia-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153732514111506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SqaX0dq4YBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r7YqD5z6r-Y/s320/passos-na-areia-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi-se o sorriso. Foi, junto à leveza da alma. Pela violação da novidade. Foi a passos largos. Tão largos quanto os passos que quis dar. Que quis pular. Ficou a mágoa. A incerteza e a loucura. Ficaram. Com sangue nas pontas dos dedos. As unhas, arruinadas. Roídas. Como o coração. Corroído de culpa. Culpado do medo. Amedrontado pela saudade. Saudade do começo. Começo do fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Carros, buzinas, vozes...)&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/18798722-8541264949923471729?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8541264949923471729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8541264949923471729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8541264949923471729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8541264949923471729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SqaX0dq4YBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r7YqD5z6r-Y/s72-c/passos-na-areia-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-9116468450060493208</id><published>2009-08-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:08:21.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das músicas que eu amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpWU92Xs8qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJPw-bDBoM4/s1600-h/SR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374365520624415394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpWU92Xs8qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJPw-bDBoM4/s320/SR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone who ever held you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would tell you the way i'm feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone who ever wanted you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would try to tell you what i feel inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only thing i ever wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was the feeling that you ain't faking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only one you ever thought about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wait a minute can't you see that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna fall from the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;straight into your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i, i feel you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope you comprehend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer um que já te segurou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te diria como estou me sentindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer um que já te quis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentaria te dizer o que eu sinto dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A única coisa que eu já quis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era a sensação de que você não está fingindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O único com quem você já pensou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espere um pouco você não vê que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero cair das estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Direto nos seus braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu , eu sinto você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu espero que você compreenda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Simply Red - Stars)&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/18798722-9116468450060493208?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/9116468450060493208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=9116468450060493208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9116468450060493208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9116468450060493208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/08/das-musicas-que-eu-amo.html' title='Das músicas que eu amo...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpWU92Xs8qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJPw-bDBoM4/s72-c/SR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-2511405114100086562</id><published>2009-08-24T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:19:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpLZGkutqlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DvYBHsfA-cI/s1600-h/umano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373596012368472658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpLZGkutqlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DvYBHsfA-cI/s320/umano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um de muitos que virão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Colbie Caillat - Midnight Bottle)&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/18798722-2511405114100086562?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2511405114100086562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=2511405114100086562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2511405114100086562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2511405114100086562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/08/um.html' title='Um!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SpLZGkutqlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DvYBHsfA-cI/s72-c/umano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8683391167979393657</id><published>2009-08-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:05:53.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SnXGjtW45RI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4R0VEv7yg0k/s1600-h/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365412847855133970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SnXGjtW45RI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4R0VEv7yg0k/s320/feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feliz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (Ouvindo: Deixo - Ivete Sangalo)&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/18798722-8683391167979393657?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8683391167979393657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8683391167979393657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8683391167979393657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8683391167979393657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/08/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SnXGjtW45RI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4R0VEv7yg0k/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1540072382380093470</id><published>2009-07-10T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:54:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu! Eu? Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlcqogUg_fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yLF76qIMSiw/s1600-h/espelho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356797157139611122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlcqogUg_fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yLF76qIMSiw/s320/espelho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em frente ao espelho, fujo do reflexo...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos, penso nele, no que vou ver ali... penso em quem sou, em como pareço, no que me tornarei... vejo os defeitos que sei ter e as qualidades que anseio por mostrar... Relembro tudo o que vivi e que ainda viverei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em frente ao espelho, abro meu olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse reflexo?! Essa imagem não é minha...!&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais jovem, sou mais viva, mais amada e mais feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Esta do espelho parece acabada, vazia, parece sem cor, sem sabor... somente dor...&lt;br /&gt;Não, esta não sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você passa, te pego o braço e ordeno:&lt;br /&gt;“Olha para mim, o que você vê?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh não!! Uma terceira opinião!!! E essa, das anteriores, tão diversa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três de mim?! Tão opostas em sua essência... ?!&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a real?! A que você crê?! A que eu vejo?! Ou a que eu desejo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Vozes, máquinas,carros, buzinas...)&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/18798722-1540072382380093470?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1540072382380093470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1540072382380093470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1540072382380093470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1540072382380093470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-eu-eu.html' title='Eu! Eu? Eu...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlcqogUg_fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yLF76qIMSiw/s72-c/espelho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8518906840976234811</id><published>2009-07-09T04:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:42:43.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlXWgKMfqJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KQwL-lUsa98/s1600-h/inevi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356423179807991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlXWgKMfqJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KQwL-lUsa98/s320/inevi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltar as costas pro inevitável pode ser tão tremendamente confortante. Até o dia que ele bate de frente, te segura pelos ombros, te olha nos olhos e pergunta até onde você pretende virar as costas. E você descobre que talvez precise de um tempo para responder à pergunta. Ou responde que não é surdo e, portanto, que ele pode parar de gritar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Manitu - Indiferente)&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/18798722-8518906840976234811?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8518906840976234811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8518906840976234811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8518906840976234811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8518906840976234811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/07/inevitavel.html' title='Inevitável'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlXWgKMfqJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KQwL-lUsa98/s72-c/inevi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-4232541208910247228</id><published>2009-07-08T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:52:32.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlSIBWN3u0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Aqfr1x0Ng6k/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356055413575367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlSIBWN3u0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Aqfr1x0Ng6k/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu queria uma estrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem curvas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem esquinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com sombra e sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na medida certa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu queria um rumo certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um lugar para chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por pequena que fosse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que você quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Razão e emoção em guerra...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-4232541208910247228?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4232541208910247228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=4232541208910247228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4232541208910247228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4232541208910247228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/07/vamos.html' title='Vamos?'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SlSIBWN3u0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Aqfr1x0Ng6k/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-7828432174532522244</id><published>2009-07-01T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:39:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkvIOvONPvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ber2bUGl4SE/s1600-h/the-joy-of-colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353592737579745010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkvIOvONPvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ber2bUGl4SE/s320/the-joy-of-colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu ando pelo mundo prestando atenção em cores que eu não sei o nome...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cores de Almodovar cores de Frida Kahlo, cores..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cores...vermelhos, verdes, azuis, amarelos, brancos... tantas, tão variadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: o telefone tocando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-7828432174532522244?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7828432174532522244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=7828432174532522244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7828432174532522244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7828432174532522244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cores.html' title='Cores'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkvIOvONPvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ber2bUGl4SE/s72-c/the-joy-of-colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1494880488549457582</id><published>2009-06-30T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:35:20.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deveria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkoT-V49kaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WqCM8dsc-wc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113068832133538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkoT-V49kaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WqCM8dsc-wc/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dez horas....ligo o rádio (coisa que não faço há tempos) e de repente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...Um dia tudo volta para o seu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um dia vai ficar como devia estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vai ficar como devia estar..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que Deus te ouça... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo:Dinho Ouro Preto/Kiko Zambianchi - Como devia estar)&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/18798722-1494880488549457582?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1494880488549457582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1494880488549457582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1494880488549457582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1494880488549457582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/06/deveria.html' title='Deveria?'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SkoT-V49kaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WqCM8dsc-wc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-2135971212506551048</id><published>2009-06-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:05:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu ainda volto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SjZU0LPewcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kKmx6Ea7r28/s1600-h/abandono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347554862896693698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SjZU0LPewcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kKmx6Ea7r28/s320/abandono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja bem-vindo a este blog abandonado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fique a vontade, porque ninguém mais vem aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E se esqueci algum miojo no armário, pode comer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: O som dos carros na rua)&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/18798722-2135971212506551048?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2135971212506551048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=2135971212506551048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2135971212506551048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2135971212506551048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-ainda-volto.html' title='Eu ainda volto'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SjZU0LPewcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kKmx6Ea7r28/s72-c/abandono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-9049683164569224574</id><published>2009-01-26T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:53:29.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SX2xQ88FHbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4jrMwE4vzjA/s1600-h/pernas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295583641651715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SX2xQ88FHbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4jrMwE4vzjA/s320/pernas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por favor, abuse de tua liberdade ao meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comigo, você poderá sempre procurar a paisagem mais bonita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comigo, você poderá sempre respirar os ares de suas escolhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E só espere de mim, as cenas de ciúme mais delicadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daquelas melhores que qualquer declaração de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daquelas que quando se nota só se sabe revidar com um beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o meu amor só te cercará de respeito e segurança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E nada que censure o teu sorriso eu serei capaz de fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois foi assim que aprendi com a vida e é só assim que eu quero te ter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Colbie Caillat - Midnight Bottle)&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/18798722-9049683164569224574?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/9049683164569224574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=9049683164569224574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9049683164569224574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9049683164569224574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/01/considerao.html' title='Consideração'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SX2xQ88FHbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4jrMwE4vzjA/s72-c/pernas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1125312814179877325</id><published>2009-01-21T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:07:21.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que passou. E do que ainda está por vir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SXeNw4BSFrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gXZ9kzL2YiQ/s1600-h/feliz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293855757808309938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SXeNw4BSFrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gXZ9kzL2YiQ/s320/feliz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinha a firme intenção de escrever uma bela lista, cheia das coisas que aconteceram no ano que se passou, e daquelas que espero que ainda aconteçam. Depois de muitas tentativas, contudo, nada acontece. Não porque 2008 foi enfadonho, foi até cheio de mudanças, sofrimentos e diversas alegrias, ou porque ainda, não tenho expectativas quanto a este novo ano. É muito mais simples do que isso: estou feliz! Feliz, feliz, feliz. Não uma felicidade em neon e purpurina e para ser gritada em megafone. É uma felicidade cintilante, e silenciosa, e serena, e cheia de borboletinhas na barriga, e que anda de mãos dadas com uma esperança lindinha do que vai ser o futuro. Então o que posso dizer, é que saí de 2008 embalada na sensação de que absolutamente cada momento, tudo, valeu a pena. E tudo que espero para 2009 é que Deus mantenha meu coração bem quentinho, do jeito que sinto ele agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Laura Pausini - Invece Non)&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/18798722-1125312814179877325?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1125312814179877325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1125312814179877325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1125312814179877325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1125312814179877325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-que-passou-e-do-que-ainda-est-por.html' title='Do que passou. E do que ainda está por vir.'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SXeNw4BSFrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gXZ9kzL2YiQ/s72-c/feliz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-722041672038245744</id><published>2008-08-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:21:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranformação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SKDyyfMzE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iUuxemtjrZQ/s1600-h/Cabelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233449716187075442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SKDyyfMzE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iUuxemtjrZQ/s320/Cabelos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;á mudei tanto que não sei se sou mais o que eu era ou se sou mesmo o que me transformei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: O som da tv...)&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/18798722-722041672038245744?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/722041672038245744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=722041672038245744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/722041672038245744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/722041672038245744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2008/08/tranformao.html' title='Tranformação'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/SKDyyfMzE3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iUuxemtjrZQ/s72-c/Cabelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8592709966249818604</id><published>2008-03-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:27.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Meda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R9BwaEmNoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Zc3KR7Kia0I/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174759565061628002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R9BwaEmNoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Zc3KR7Kia0I/s320/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A condição de adulta ainda não me permitiu, infelizmente, superar alguns medos. Alguns deles plausíveis, outros absurdamente injustificáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de envelhecer e descobrir que vivi uma vida medíocre, porque não tive raça pra “catar” a força, a minha realização pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não mais encontrar alguém pra chamar de meu, pra dar amor e carinho por tempo indefinido, pra poder guardar lembranças pra uma vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de que não tendo filhos, não tenha com quem compartilhar todas as coisas bacanas que a vida me fez aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de descobrir, um dia, que deixei pra trás a oportunidade de me relacionar harmoniosamente com a minha família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de nunca aprender a dizer um “não” pras pessoas que realmente mereçam ouvi-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não conseguir ser amiga dos meus irmãos, a quem tanto amo, mas de quem tanto me afasto ou me deixo afastar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de precisar perder pessoas que amo pra conseguir me dar conta de quão importantes elas são pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não conseguir viver irresponsavelmente, enquanto posso fazer isso sem maiores conseqüências para a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de coisas que não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não viajar tanto quanto sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de passar a vida num casulo, sem conseguir virar borboleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de admitir que me sinto tão só às vezes ou na maioria delas que chega a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não poder nunca fazer minhas escolhas e viver pra sempre a mercê das escolhas alheias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puxa vida. Tenho passado tanto tempo confrontando meus medos, meus receios mais profundos que, lista-los me deixou zonza.&lt;br /&gt;To aqui pensando que sentir medo não é uma sensação ruim. O foda é pensar que estou sempre adiando as atitudes certas (das quais estamos conscientes na maioria das vezes), pra deixar de sentir medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Netinho e Ivete Sangalo - Onde você se esconde)&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/18798722-8592709966249818604?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8592709966249818604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8592709966249818604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8592709966249818604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8592709966249818604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-meda.html' title='Que Meda!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R9BwaEmNoGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Zc3KR7Kia0I/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-319768446497479868</id><published>2008-02-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:27.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R8N0y4SwhAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hRRISEl36Ls/s1600-h/FÃ©.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171105214604805122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R8N0y4SwhAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hRRISEl36Ls/s320/F%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu pudesse ser um sentimento, seria a fé. Não uma fé religiosa, devota a mistérios divinos. Uma fé maior, que tivesse por fundamento aquelas coisas que nos fazem ficar bobos, sabe? Iria jogar na cara dos céticos de plantão (inclusive eu mesma, de vez em quando) que pessoas sobrevivem soterradas, depois de terremotos, por dias e dias a fio. Mostraria reportagens recentes e antigas contando histórias de gente que sacrificou a própria vida (e nem pense que vou falar da Bíblia) para salvar outras tantas. Contaria dos meus pais que, loucos como foram e são, tentaram fazer de tudo para me proporcionar um futuro melhor, apesar de tantas adversidades. Se eu fosse a fé, seria impiedosa. Não admitiria contrariedade. Exibiria como troféu, tanta gente que perdeu toda a família no holocausto da vida e conseguiu amar de novo, com plenitude; gente que nasceu e viveu em jardim cheio de ervas daninhas e se transformou em planta vicoça. Sem falar naqueles que mostram generosidade tocante quando têm tão pouco pra dar. Ah, seu fosse a fé. Seria irônica e perguntaria em tom debochado quantas vezes o sol nasceu e se pôs diante dos seus olhos, quantas estrelas cairam sem avisar, quantas luas cheias inadvertidas brilharam em suas noites. Aliás, perguntaria porque as maiores dores não deixam cicatrizes? Se eu fosse a fé, lembraria que hoje há vacina para tantas doenças fatais de tempos atrás. E apontaria para gente de bem, que ganha pouco, sua muito, para que você tenha uma vida melhor. Gente que é feliz com 10% do que você ganha. Se eu fosse a fé, quanto tempo conversaríamos? Quanto tempo seria necessário para você compreender que eu não dou um ponto sem nó, não perco nenhuma batalha. Porque carrego na mala tantos milagres que você nem pode imaginar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu fosse a fé, seria tão poderosa, tão determinada, tão segura e confiante, que me sentiria a vontade para usar como clichê: &lt;em&gt;"não há mal que dure para sempre"&lt;/em&gt;. Se eu fosse você, entenderia que não se vai muito longe sem mim, mas que você vai ter que descobrir um modo de fazer isso e, quanto mais rápido melhor. Pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Colbie Caillat - One Fine Wire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-319768446497479868?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/319768446497479868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=319768446497479868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/319768446497479868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/319768446497479868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2008/02/f.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R8N0y4SwhAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hRRISEl36Ls/s72-c/F%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-439474907832677975</id><published>2007-12-10T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saída!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R102myYElrI/AAAAAAAAADs/SaDFw_Q47CI/s1600-h/calvinharodotira372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142326389512640178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R102myYElrI/AAAAAAAAADs/SaDFw_Q47CI/s320/calvinharodotira372.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R102VCYElqI/AAAAAAAAADk/CH0XSGglnvM/s1600-h/calvinharodotira372.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre há uma boa saída... só depende da sua criatividade para encontrá-la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Pato Fu - Me Explica)&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/18798722-439474907832677975?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/439474907832677975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=439474907832677975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/439474907832677975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/439474907832677975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/12/sada.html' title='Saída!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R102myYElrI/AAAAAAAAADs/SaDFw_Q47CI/s72-c/calvinharodotira372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-7341413010324857201</id><published>2007-11-26T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças mil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R0tdNKJlzSI/AAAAAAAAADc/AcxcBdvyB84/s1600-h/mudanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137302280590445858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R0tdNKJlzSI/AAAAAAAAADc/AcxcBdvyB84/s320/mudanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mudança: "Ato ou efeito de mudar. Transformar-se"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daqui pra frente, tudo vai ser diferente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Jota Quest - Se você pensa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-7341413010324857201?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/7341413010324857201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=7341413010324857201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7341413010324857201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/7341413010324857201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mudana-ato-ou-efeito-de-mudar.html' title='Mudanças mil!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/R0tdNKJlzSI/AAAAAAAAADc/AcxcBdvyB84/s72-c/mudanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-4172252329439339144</id><published>2007-10-28T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso, sim isso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RyVDJOD8w6I/AAAAAAAAADM/7CK0HNtxHoE/s1600-h/ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126577576503722914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RyVDJOD8w6I/AAAAAAAAADM/7CK0HNtxHoE/s320/ny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é simples esconder-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é fácil pedir desculpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é natural chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é hábito bocejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é normal desejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é estranho correr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é impensável sofrer (mas acontece),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é lógico contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é certo errar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é humano sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é bom sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é difícil ser eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Ana Carolina - Que se danem os nós)&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/18798722-4172252329439339144?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4172252329439339144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=4172252329439339144&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4172252329439339144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4172252329439339144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/10/isso-sim-isso.html' title='É isso, sim isso!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RyVDJOD8w6I/AAAAAAAAADM/7CK0HNtxHoE/s72-c/ny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-1586809730551231498</id><published>2007-10-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaahhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RxLWbGgHOhI/AAAAAAAAADE/sa-cOpnSkVk/s1600-h/aahhhhhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121391487363791378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RxLWbGgHOhI/AAAAAAAAADE/sa-cOpnSkVk/s320/aahhhhhh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Só um palpite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dando tudo errado,grite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ulisses Tavares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Vanessa da Mata: Música)&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/18798722-1586809730551231498?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/1586809730551231498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=1586809730551231498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1586809730551231498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/1586809730551231498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaaahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Aaaahhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RxLWbGgHOhI/AAAAAAAAADE/sa-cOpnSkVk/s72-c/aahhhhhh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-6554622400602096017</id><published>2007-10-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente cresce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RwGkjmgHOgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/P6-wwK0KPWY/s1600-h/menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116551583207209474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RwGkjmgHOgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/P6-wwK0KPWY/s320/menina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A gente cresce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sofre daquele jeito que parece que o mundo vai acabar. E em meio à alegria. A gente cresce com a ajuda dos amigos, e a despeito dos inimigos. A gente cresce quando acorda a uma da manhã e depois as sete pra tomar remédio, e quando não consegue chegar as oito no trabalho porque ainda esta com sono. A gente cresce quando planeja o cinema para o dia e horário mais barato e viável, e quando paga a conta de três dígitos do celular. A gente cresce trabalhando as férias inteiras pra colocar a vida em dia. E descobrindo que certas coisas não puderam ser consertadas. A gente cresce quando está amando e o coração está com o tamanho dez vezes mais que o normal. Mas também cresce quando não está amando ninguém. A gente cresce com os problemas de saúde por causa de uma vida sedentária, muita comida e álcool junto. A gente cresce lutando por uma amizade que nos marcou e às vezes entrega os pontos achando que perdeu. A gente cresce brilhando, sendo reconhecido pelos próprios méritos. A gente cresce no meio daquela ansiedade insuportável, aquela sensação de que o mundo está se fechando ao redor de nós. Mas também cresce quando desiste de ter o controle da vida, deixando que ela aconteça como for possível. A gente cresce quando transa, desejando que estivesse fazendo amor. A gente cresce em meio à serenidade e a turbulência. A gente cresce enquanto se sente patinho feio, e enquanto irradia beleza por todos os poros. A gente cresce enquanto sente medo e quando resolve encará-lo de frente. A gente cresce na incoerência entre prática e discurso. A gente cresce levando vida de adolescente, ansiando pelas sextas-feiras já no domingo à noite. A gente cresce fazendo dívidas e planos de gente grande. A gente cresce fazendo movimentos pra mudar o que pode. A gente cresce desistindo de mudar o mundo. A gente cresce percebendo que não pode tudo, e se dizendo um monte de “nãos”. A gente cresce ouvindo, finalmente, um monte de “sims”. A gente cresce deixando o orgulho pra trás, e pedindo ajuda pra quem ama. A gente cresce recebendo ajuda de onde menos espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente cresce com tudo e apesar de tudo. E acima de tudo, a gente cresce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Vanessa da Mata &amp;amp; Ben Harper - Boa sorte)&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/18798722-6554622400602096017?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6554622400602096017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=6554622400602096017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6554622400602096017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6554622400602096017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/10/gente-cresce.html' title='A gente cresce'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RwGkjmgHOgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/P6-wwK0KPWY/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-5710589601889004873</id><published>2007-09-26T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvsHSWgHOfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g9WM3YVkoqc/s1600-h/epilogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114689813668641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvsHSWgHOfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g9WM3YVkoqc/s320/epilogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E esta ansiedade que me consome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: O vento na janela...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-5710589601889004873?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5710589601889004873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=5710589601889004873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5710589601889004873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5710589601889004873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-esta-ansiedade-que-me-consome.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvsHSWgHOfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g9WM3YVkoqc/s72-c/epilogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-6211598195972492933</id><published>2007-09-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:28.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvGwmodGGCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vo9qFPj0fZw/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112061229783193634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvGwmodGGCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vo9qFPj0fZw/s320/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Pimentas do Reino - Pensando em Você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-6211598195972492933?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6211598195972492933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=6211598195972492933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6211598195972492933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6211598195972492933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouvindo-pimentas-do-reino-pensando-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RvGwmodGGCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vo9qFPj0fZw/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-9104077277402368679</id><published>2007-09-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ru9CUGwuQ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/YwxBkp8NnhY/s1600-h/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377015268590514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ru9CUGwuQ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/YwxBkp8NnhY/s320/pensamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tem dias em que tudo cansa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até o que nos repousaria." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Fernando Pessoa] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: O vento na minha janela)&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/18798722-9104077277402368679?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104077277402368679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=9104077277402368679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9104077277402368679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9104077277402368679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/dias.html' title='Dias....'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ru9CUGwuQ7I/AAAAAAAAACk/YwxBkp8NnhY/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-6520818084315724221</id><published>2007-09-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras Repetidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuiH7FZUBYI/AAAAAAAAACc/8_B5u9SuQQI/s1600-h/palavras2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109483226382206338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuiH7FZUBYI/AAAAAAAAACc/8_B5u9SuQQI/s320/palavras2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando tiver tempo de dizer tudo que sinto, direi que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver tempo de pensar tudo que sinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ao invés de dizer, te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver que dizer tudo que sinto, ao mesmo tempo, pensarei que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver que pensar tudo que sinto, direi que te amo, a tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver que te amar, direi tudo sem pensar, nem sinto o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amar sem ter que dizer, sem pensar no tempo, não importa quando, mas tudo que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Sandy &amp;amp; Júnior - Você Pra Sempre)&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/18798722-6520818084315724221?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6520818084315724221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=6520818084315724221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6520818084315724221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6520818084315724221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/palavras-repetidas.html' title='Palavras Repetidas'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuiH7FZUBYI/AAAAAAAAACc/8_B5u9SuQQI/s72-c/palavras2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-4236733783552104935</id><published>2007-09-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHAS ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuXPSX46sII/AAAAAAAAACU/q83KUh-HWeM/s1600-h/pesasfalto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108717266879033474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuXPSX46sII/AAAAAAAAACU/q83KUh-HWeM/s320/pesasfalto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um cheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um auto-retrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém que não existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erick, do Caverna do Dragão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A de suco Mais de uva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma planta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualquer uma amarela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caso de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard Collier e Elise MacKenna no filme “Em Algum Lugar do Passado”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma necessidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Computador&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final de “Um lugar chamado Notting Hill”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um suborno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma opinião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ouvindo: Fred Martins - Flores)&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/18798722-4236733783552104935?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/4236733783552104935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=4236733783552104935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4236733783552104935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/4236733783552104935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/minhas-escolhas.html' title='MINHAS ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuXPSX46sII/AAAAAAAAACU/q83KUh-HWeM/s72-c/pesasfalto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8546818050624943214</id><published>2007-09-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuQ9nH46sGI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8pflfOZMys/s1600-h/sÃ³.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108275619686953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuQ9nH46sGI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8pflfOZMys/s320/s%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Letra e Música - Way Back Into Love)&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/18798722-8546818050624943214?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8546818050624943214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8546818050624943214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8546818050624943214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8546818050624943214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouvindo-letra-e-msica-way-back-into.html' title='...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuQ9nH46sGI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8pflfOZMys/s72-c/s%C3%B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-6836913278475902185</id><published>2007-09-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuGAPb61rSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WZBpDGSvw0s/s1600-h/calvinharoldo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504455095790882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuGAPb61rSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WZBpDGSvw0s/s320/calvinharoldo.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As vezes me perco, as vezes me acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: John Legend - P.D.A We Just Don`t Care)&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/18798722-6836913278475902185?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6836913278475902185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=6836913278475902185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6836913278475902185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6836913278475902185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-vezes-me-perco-as-vezes-me-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RuGAPb61rSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WZBpDGSvw0s/s72-c/calvinharoldo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-3852916420761409761</id><published>2007-08-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Então...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RtS9Kr61rQI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7uivjZQ4I0/s1600-h/1080175876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103912269003468034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RtS9Kr61rQI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7uivjZQ4I0/s320/1080175876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;deixa que tudo seja isso&lt;br /&gt;só isso&lt;br /&gt;apenas&lt;br /&gt;é fácil&lt;br /&gt;assim&lt;br /&gt;tudo&lt;br /&gt;igual&lt;br /&gt;eterno&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;caos&lt;br /&gt;alguém&lt;br /&gt;eu? sim, pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Shakira - Estoy Aqui)&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/18798722-3852916420761409761?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/3852916420761409761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=3852916420761409761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/3852916420761409761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/3852916420761409761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ento.html' title='Então...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RtS9Kr61rQI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7uivjZQ4I0/s72-c/1080175876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-2924655826895593261</id><published>2007-08-15T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:29.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsMjYOB70-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-v7mpvP3Ww4/s1600-h/sorriso.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098958102103577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsMjYOB70-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-v7mpvP3Ww4/s320/sorriso.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já dizia Marie Silvie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Nada como um dia após o outro e uma noite no meio!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Cheryl Lynn - Got To Be Real)&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/18798722-2924655826895593261?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/2924655826895593261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=2924655826895593261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2924655826895593261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/2924655826895593261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sim.html' title='Sim!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsMjYOB70-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-v7mpvP3Ww4/s72-c/sorriso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-5515978329865909375</id><published>2007-08-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:30.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsJnxuB708I/AAAAAAAAABU/WLAXoOH__lE/s1600-h/So.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751832004219842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsJnxuB708I/AAAAAAAAABU/WLAXoOH__lE/s320/So.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu queria poder falar sem medo, sem censura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu queria poder me desculpar mais uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu queria contar meus medos, falar das minhas dúvidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu queria até a dor do seu silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora, aqui sozinha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;escrevo pra esquecer das minhas querências pois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;de você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ficou apenas um rápido "boa noite".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Um forte zumbido do silêncio)&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/18798722-5515978329865909375?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/5515978329865909375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=5515978329865909375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5515978329865909375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/5515978329865909375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RsJnxuB708I/AAAAAAAAABU/WLAXoOH__lE/s72-c/So.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-6422481615326929575</id><published>2007-08-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:30.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RrfF5uB707I/AAAAAAAAABM/lO5lDHWRXpI/s1600-h/girassol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095759098792367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RrfF5uB707I/AAAAAAAAABM/lO5lDHWRXpI/s320/girassol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o dia é duro mas a noite é calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o banho demora e a água acalma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o céu escurece e o sono bate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o tempo não para.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando a gente fecha os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro adorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;doro sentir sono e dormir feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando a felicidade é gratuíta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando a música me leva, me embala, me trás de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o cheiro da terra me acalma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando o meu rosto esquenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Nando Reis - Por onde andei)&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/18798722-6422481615326929575?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/6422481615326929575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=6422481615326929575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6422481615326929575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/6422481615326929575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/08/adorando.html' title='Adorando...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/RrfF5uB707I/AAAAAAAAABM/lO5lDHWRXpI/s72-c/girassol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-9042975124901785516</id><published>2007-07-05T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:30.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREVE INVENTÁRIO DAS DORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ro2jh9cKJpI/AAAAAAAAABE/a2qKz1Muur8/s1600-h/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083899358194837138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ro2jh9cKJpI/AAAAAAAAABE/a2qKz1Muur8/s320/dor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me preocupa muito aquela dor sufocante, diante da qual parece que o mundo vai acabar. Aquela dor eu sei que passa, numa hora ou noutra. Vai embora. Metade passa com um dilúvio de lágrimas. Metade passa porque é mais surpresa do que dor mesmo. Um dia eu acordo e ela virou lembrança, para a qual olho com certo cinismo. Como são fáceis as dores agudas, que se expressam de repente, mas, é assim também que vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa apreensiva, contudo, a dor fininha, quase imperceptível, sublimar. Ah. Esta está no ultimo pensamento antes de dormir. E meio sem querer, meio sem saber, é nela que penso primeiro quando acordo. Paro um minuto na loucura do dia a dia, e lá vem ela dar satisfação. Me assusta a dor que não cansa de doer. A dor que se esconde e aparece em momentos inesperados. Aquela dor que se camufla o tempo inteiro, fingindo que é só cansaço ou desânimo, para me fazer acreditar que acabou. Me preocupa a dor sem esperança. A dor que se recusa a virar lágrimas, a dor seca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, apesar disso, não consigo escolhê-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Fergie - Big Girls Dont Cry)&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/18798722-9042975124901785516?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/9042975124901785516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=9042975124901785516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9042975124901785516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/9042975124901785516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/07/breve-inventrio-das-dores.html' title='BREVE INVENTÁRIO DAS DORES'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Ro2jh9cKJpI/AAAAAAAAABE/a2qKz1Muur8/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-8442462887401797952</id><published>2007-04-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:30.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Rhww01heFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VJXi0FlUrQ/s1600-h/pes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051966566281647890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Rhww01heFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VJXi0FlUrQ/s320/pes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ACHO: Não! Tenho Certeza...ou não!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU QUERO: Ganhar na Megasena Acumulada!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU TENHO: Um Cajon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ODEIO: Mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU SINTO SAUDADES: Do meu avô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ESCUTO: Stars, todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU CHEIRO: Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU IMPLORO: Pra Deus me dar paciência!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU PROCURO: Ser melhor...mas ta phoda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ME PERGUNTO: Porque essa megasena não sai pra mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ME ARREPENDO: De gastar dinheiro a toa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU AMO: A CIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU SINTO DOR: Quase todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU SINTO FALTA: Das conversas com meu avô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ME IMPORTO: Se falam mal de quem gosto. Tomo as dores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU SEMPRE: Faço lista de coisas pra comprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU NÃO: Traí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ACREDITO: Em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU DANÇO: Nadica de nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU CANTO: Várious Musicals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU CHORO: Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU LUTO: Contra o medo de ir ver Dona Emília...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU FALHO: Em ser obstinada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ESCREVO:Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU GANHO: Florzinhas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU PERCO: A hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU NUNCA: Fiz tatuagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ME CONFUNDO:Não sei se caso ou compro uma bicicleta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU NORMALMENTE SOU ENCONTRADO: Na frente do computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU SOU: Sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU FICO FELIZ QUANDO: ah sempre. Com qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU ESPERO: Que amanhã seja melhor que hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU PRECISO: Emagrecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU DEVERIA: Economizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sutilmente "surrupiado" da &lt;a href="http://queglamour.zip.net"&gt;Glamourosa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Marisa Monte - Eu não sou da sua rua)&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/18798722-8442462887401797952?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/8442462887401797952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=8442462887401797952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8442462887401797952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/8442462887401797952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2007/04/eu-acho-no-tenho-certeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgXIQJxgrGw/Rhww01heFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VJXi0FlUrQ/s72-c/pes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-116593737374697306</id><published>2006-12-12T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:29:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/160/485/1600/311425/pezinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/160/485/320/537734/pezinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...Sala sem ela tem janela e inclina em cerca de atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém mais bela vem em minha direção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Passarinhos cantando)&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/18798722-116593737374697306?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/116593737374697306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=116593737374697306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116593737374697306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116593737374697306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-116437664534050309</id><published>2006-11-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:57:25.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/160/485/1600/783964/meninarose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/160/485/320/614652/meninarose1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Uma canção é pra acender o Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No coração da pessoa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(by Samuel Rosa/Chico Amaral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Skank - Uma Canção é Pra Isso)&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/18798722-116437664534050309?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/116437664534050309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=116437664534050309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116437664534050309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116437664534050309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/11/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-116411791234490087</id><published>2006-11-21T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:12:34.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinais de Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vejo acender outra vez aquela chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então pra que se esconder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você deve saber o quanto me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que distância vai guardar nossa saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que lugar vou te encontrar de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazer sinais de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu te vi e te conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quis acreditar na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E nem demais em nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra não encanar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me arrumo, eu me enfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me ajeito, eu interrogo meu espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espelho em que eu me olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que você não olha cara a cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fica nesse passa ou não passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que falta é coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi atrás de mim na Guanabara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu te procurando pela Lapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós perdemos a viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo Repetidamente: Ana Carolina - Sinais de Fogo)&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/18798722-116411791234490087?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/116411791234490087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=116411791234490087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116411791234490087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116411791234490087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinais-de-fogo.html' title='Sinais de Fogo'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-116075452359760056</id><published>2006-10-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:48:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/1600/fragile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/320/fragile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Às vezes é preciso curvar-se frente ao impossível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outras vezes, curvar o tempo para resistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ouvindo: Sting - Fragile)&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/18798722-116075452359760056?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/116075452359760056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=116075452359760056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116075452359760056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/116075452359760056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/10/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-115946305078221098</id><published>2006-09-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:11:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem dias em que eu me perco. Me enrosco toda ao redor de mim mesma. Enquanto o tempo passa lá fora sob o céu que parece permanentemente nublado depois da tempestade. Tem dias em que eu me perco. Me viro do avesso expondo as entranhas ao vento. Vã tentativa de achar beleza na tristeza. Tem dias em que eu me perco e choro, choro, choro e choro achando que a vida é uma tremenda ópera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias assim, em que cada centímetro de mim se espreguiça como que querendo dizer que esta acordado. Tem dias assim, em que sinto uma tremenda ebulição dentro de mim, fogosa, cheia de vontades, feliz. Tem dias assim. Me abro pro mundo e me sinto inundar por abundante energia. Pensamentos de como é fácil ver beleza na alegria. Tem dias assim. E então vou dormir sorrindo, pensando em como pude passar tanto tempo de outro jeito. Achando que a vida não é ópera porque nasceu pra ser comédia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias em que eu me perco... mas, tem tantos outros em que eu me acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ouvindo: Barbra Zinger - Just the way you are)&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/18798722-115946305078221098?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/115946305078221098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=115946305078221098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/115946305078221098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/115946305078221098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/09/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-115940441617134871</id><published>2006-09-27T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:50:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei bordar, não sei costurar, não sei tricotar, pinto o sete, o oito, o nove, arrisco no desenho, danço conforme a música e já quebrei a cara por causa disso, canto quando tenho vontade, toco baixo, guitarra e violão, sendo esse último minha grande paixão, e, nem toda arte me emociona. Não sei fotografar e não entendo nem da teoria. Adoro ler e leio menos que deveria, amo tecnologia, mas sou fã do olho no olho. Louca por cheirose sensações - sou escorpiana com ascendente em leão. Tenho um senso de realidade chatíssimo, chega a doer. Gosto muito mais de gente do que de animais e plantas. Cabelos compridos, sempre acima do peso, sempre sorrindo por fora, pouca gente me enxerga por dentro. Não ligo mais pro que as pessoas pensam ao meu respeito, a não ser quando se tratam das pessoas que amo. Boa de garfo, faca e fogão. No bolso, pouco dinheiro e poucos conselhos, boa ouvinte e péssima falante. Amo mais do que posso, procuro não fazer calos, mas se pisar no meu pé, fujo do tumulto. Gosto de frio, de chuva, da noite, da lua, de pouco sol, de céu bem azul, de lugares que não conheci. Vivo em Minas e a vida às vezes me aborrece. Devo, não nego e to sempre pagando. Adoro canetas, livros e presentes, dou mais que recebo. Cobro boa educação. Às vezes mordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E você?&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/18798722-115940441617134871?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/115940441617134871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=115940441617134871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/115940441617134871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/115940441617134871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/09/re-post_27.html' title='Re-Post'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-114711920241309578</id><published>2006-05-08T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:18:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É desse jeito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando não tinha como eu queria postar todo dia. E acabava sempre dando um jeito! Agora que pode, deixo isso aqui as moscas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ enquanto isso no incrível mundo das enquetes virtuais... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 coisas que você quer muito:&lt;br /&gt;1. Emagrecer&lt;br /&gt;2. Trocar de carro&lt;br /&gt;3. Ter minha casa&lt;br /&gt;4. Ganhar na megasena! (sonhar não custa nada...)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ser mais paciente e menos estressada&lt;br /&gt;6. Um violão “fodão”&lt;br /&gt;7. Todos os dvd´s de Sex and the City, Smallville, The L Word, Lost&lt;br /&gt;8. Colocar as coisas burocráticaspessoais em dia&lt;br /&gt;9. Um celular novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 coisas que você usa todos os dias:&lt;br /&gt;1. Roupa né? (dã)&lt;br /&gt;2. Celular&lt;br /&gt;3. Computador&lt;br /&gt;4. Carro&lt;br /&gt;5. Talheres&lt;br /&gt;6. Pente&lt;br /&gt;7. Sabonete&lt;br /&gt;8. Escova de dente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 coisas que te irritam:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gente lerda&lt;br /&gt;2. Gente falsa&lt;br /&gt;3. Gente preconceituosa&lt;br /&gt;4. Errar&lt;br /&gt;5. Trânsito&lt;br /&gt;6. Telefone no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;7. Bicicleta no trânsito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 coisas nas quais você toca todo dia:&lt;br /&gt;(que raio de pergunta estranha)&lt;br /&gt;1. Chave&lt;br /&gt;2. Teclado&lt;br /&gt;3. Cabelo&lt;br /&gt;4. Água&lt;br /&gt;5. Porta do carro&lt;br /&gt;6. Controle remoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 coisas que você faz todo dia:&lt;br /&gt;1. Durmo&lt;br /&gt;2. Como&lt;br /&gt;3. Tomo banho (ah...era todo dia é? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;4. Uso o computador&lt;br /&gt;5. Leio Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pessoas com quem você gostaria de passar mais tempo:&lt;br /&gt;1. Comigo mesma&lt;br /&gt;2. CIA&lt;br /&gt;3. Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;4. Alguns amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 filmes que você assistiria repetidamente:&lt;br /&gt;1. Em Algum Lugar do Passado&lt;br /&gt;2. Um Lugar Chamado Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;3. Procurando Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 das suas músicas favoritas no momento:&lt;br /&gt;1. Topo do Mundo – Daniela Mercury&lt;br /&gt;2. Vale de Lágrimas – Lulu Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pessoa com quem você passaria o resto de sua vida:&lt;br /&gt;1. Comigo mesma (será que eu aguento?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-114711920241309578?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/114711920241309578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=114711920241309578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/114711920241309578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/114711920241309578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/05/desse-jeito.html' title='É desse jeito!'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-114186944017174202</id><published>2006-03-08T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:57:20.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/1600/Porco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/320/Porco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-114186944017174202?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/114186944017174202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=114186944017174202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/114186944017174202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/114186944017174202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/03/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113939826703856670</id><published>2006-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:52:22.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te disse, eu te disse, eu te disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;você pensa que, com o passar dos anos, vai aguentar melhor o tranco, que esta calejado, que a porrada vai doer e você vai sacudir, mas aguenta.&lt;br /&gt;você diz a si mesmo que desta vez sabe aonde está pisando, que não tem expectativa, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Besteira! você nem vê de onde a pancada veio, apenas sabem QUEM foi que bateu, e doí, doí pra caráleo, você "perde o chão", e a noção de tempo e espaço, e a droga é que o único analgésico para isto, se chama tempo, e sem trocadilhos, leva uma eternidade para fazer efeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ouvindo: Anna Nalick - Breathe)&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/18798722-113939826703856670?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113939826703856670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113939826703856670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113939826703856670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113939826703856670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2006/02/eu-te-disse-eu-te-disse-eu-te-disse.html' title='Eu te disse, eu te disse, eu te disse...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113456798265162610</id><published>2005-12-14T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:34:32.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos divagados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A chuva caía fina. Hesitou em escrever, hesitou em pensar e estremeceu ao falar. Pensou que realmente não era mais a mesma garota, e nunca mais seria. Já não acredita mais em palavras, já não se anima mais com sonhos compartilhados e já não sabe olhar e sentir sem desconfiar. A vida caminhava lentamente, como um barquinho de papel que se deixa levar pelo vento, pelas correntezas das águas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Já não sabe mais o que vai fazer, nem qual o melhor caminho a ser seguido. Já não chora de saudade, sente o aperto no peito e a tristeza em seu coração, mas já não chora. Já não chora de raiva, nem se lamenta pelo amor perdido porque tem consciência que não era amor. Já não lamenta pelo leite derramado, seca apenas; se levanta e segue adiante. Já não se desespera pelos caminhos desviados, nem pelos planos desfeitos, nem pelos sonhos esquecidos ou ao menos guardados na lembrança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Já não se esconde dos vermes, nem dos ratos, mas ainda fecha os olhos com pressa no escuro como se não quisesse ver o que vê sempre. Já não chora, já não mente, já não se engana. Já não sorri espontaneamente e sabe que logo logo já não irá mais viver. Mas isso não a incomoda. Não mais. Aprendeu a conviver com o que todos chamam de "vida". Vida e morte, morte e vida. Já não discute nem reclama, aceita. É o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113456798265162610?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113456798265162610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113456798265162610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113456798265162610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113456798265162610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/12/pensamentos-divagados.html' title='Pensamentos divagados...'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113293573609842522</id><published>2005-11-25T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:59:55.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/1600/Drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/160/485/320/Drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Se você não assume riscos, terá desperdiçado seus sentimentos"&lt;br /&gt;(By Drew Barrymore)&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/18798722-113293573609842522?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113293573609842522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113293573609842522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113293573609842522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113293573609842522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113268659522686726</id><published>2005-11-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:09:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos: Olfato</title><content type='html'>Cheiro de café fresquinho&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de pão quente quando se passa manteiga&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de terra molhada no primeiro impacto da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de casa limpinha&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de bebê&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de comida de mãe&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de mato, das plantas&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro único que se carrega quando sai do banho&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro, do perfume reagindo na pele, é só fechar os olhos e lembrar, pra alucinar, desejar e ter saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113268659522686726?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113268659522686726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113268659522686726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113268659522686726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113268659522686726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/sentidos-olfato.html' title='Sentidos: Olfato'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113231259618442395</id><published>2005-11-18T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:49:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alô, Alô, Marciano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu me preocupo com as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu me importo com o que sentem, acredito no que dizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ou seja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sou praticamente uma E.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113231259618442395?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113231259618442395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113231259618442395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113231259618442395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113231259618442395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/al-al-marciano.html' title='Alô, Alô, Marciano'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113216135968732874</id><published>2005-11-16T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:54:11.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Realmente, quem canta os males espanta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No mundo existem umas 300 pessoas de verdade. O resto é figuração, pra manter as aparências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ter um blog é uma necessidade; escrever nele não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113216135968732874?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113216135968732874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113216135968732874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113216135968732874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113216135968732874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/rapidinhas.html' title='Rapidinhas'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113163659922301831</id><published>2005-11-10T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:56:58.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...pensando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tava aqui ... pensando com os meus botões ... no Renato Russo ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tipo assim, o cara era simplesmente ´´o cara´´. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;E mesmo assim, era uma pessoa infeliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tava imaginando quantos conflitos internos este aí não devia ter ... quantas cobranças, quantos fantasmas ... tudo por causa de uma opção sexual. Taí porque não me conformo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Uma opção sexual não muda uma pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A pessoa pode ser um heterossexual e assassino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Por ser gay ou lésbica a pessoa não é pior que ninguém. E em muitas vezes é tão sensível em relação aos problemas da vida, que se torna até melhor que muitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;E ainda tem gente que se julga melhor por ter hetero. Ou por ser politicamente correto. Ou ainda por *agradar* a sociedade com sua conduta sexual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me digam, isto faz algum bem pra alguém? Esta sociedade hipócrita e preconceituosa faz algum bem pra alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Na minha opinião, não. Só estraga tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Renato Russo ... realmente, este nome me traz muitas saudades ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Acho que gosto de São Paulo, gosto de São João &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gosto de São Francisco e São Sebastião ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;E eu gosto de meninos e meninas!*&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/18798722-113163659922301831?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113163659922301831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113163659922301831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113163659922301831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113163659922301831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/pensandopensando.html' title='Pensando...pensando'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113154833079034512</id><published>2005-11-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:57:58.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quando eu fico triste fico muda...&lt;br /&gt;Quando fico nervosa desato a falar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou alegre pareço que pulo mesmo não tirando os pés do chão...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me desespero ligo pra Mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto saudades tenho vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me abraçam eu geralmente retribuo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando gritam comigo eu entro em pânico...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu falo sacanagem sinto o rosto queimar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu gargalho não tenho vontade de parar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu danço me sinto ridícula...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me sinto desamparada corro pra casa...&lt;br /&gt;Quando levo um susto fico com raiva...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou só finjo que não...&lt;br /&gt;Quando trabalho muito preciso me distrair...&lt;br /&gt;Quando caminho penso na vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho medo ajo como se estivesse tudo sob controle...&lt;br /&gt;Quando durmo com quem amo tenho o sono mais tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou feliz as coisas bonitas estão em maior número, mesmo que seja uma só...&lt;br /&gt;Quando escrevo transbordo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando leio mergulho...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou cansada fico uma chata de galocha...&lt;br /&gt;Quando sento procuro um jeito de ficar na ponta dos pés...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com sono fico apática...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou bêbada minhas articulações parecem de algodão...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me surpreendem muito eu não gosto, mesmo que a pessoa a me surpreender seja eu mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113154833079034512?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113154833079034512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113154833079034512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113154833079034512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113154833079034512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/quando.html' title='Quando'/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798722.post-113154480566160574</id><published>2005-11-09T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:58:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Como ela*  um dia me disse: todo mundo tem direito a uma segunda cena! Então, cena nova para A SÍNTESE DO CONTEÚDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798722-113154480566160574?l=sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/feeds/113154480566160574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798722&amp;postID=113154480566160574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113154480566160574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798722/posts/default/113154480566160574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintesedoconteudo.blogspot.com/2005/11/como-ela-um-dia-me-disse-todo-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605958287986040405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uei2005.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/interrogacao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
