<?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-7557635083921329029</id><updated>2011-10-23T00:45:30.892-03:00</updated><category term='Vida verde'/><category term='vidadevivi'/><category term='outras palavras a me inspirar'/><category term='rabiscos antigos'/><category term='imagem viva'/><category term='meros devaneios tolos'/><category term='biolovivi - COP15'/><category term='vidalouca'/><category term='biolovivi- COP10'/><title type='text'>Sobre ' Vivi '</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2577316861657240335</id><published>2010-09-22T17:26:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:43:41.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>mu-DANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TJpcBIEj_dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r8mlVyFhhXg/s1600/103940077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TJpcBIEj_dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r8mlVyFhhXg/s400/103940077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;✿ ✿ ✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O novo sempre vem acompanhado. Sempre traz um vidrinho de coisas pra espalhar. Um vidrinho de novidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora vem trazendo tantas lágrimas, que embaça toda a visão do futuro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora vem de mãos dadas com a solidão e a deixa fazendo companhia pra gente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O novo sempre traz algo. Mas junto &lt;strong&gt;sempre&lt;/strong&gt; deixa um pouco de medo. Ou muito medo. Sim, o novo traz medo. Ainda que venha trazendo alegria, o medo tá lá junto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;✿&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O novo chegou de novo&lt;/strong&gt;. Dessa vez, trazendo uma semente plantada. Deixou os cuidados por nossa conta. Não se sabe ainda, ao certo, que tipo de planta é ou que frutos dará. Não se sabe como será, de que tamanho, qual a cor das suas flores e nem qual perfume exalará.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só se sabe que trouxe vida desde já.&amp;nbsp; Que veio pra unir. Que veio pra eternizar. Trouxe movimento pras águas meio paradas. Ou foi o contrário, trouxe calmaria pras tão turbulentas águas? Não se sabe. Só se sabe que trouxe mudança. Que trouxe esperança. Que trouxe um perfume que tira o mofado dos dias, deixando pra trás todo o cheiro das coisas antigas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;✿&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, o novo, como de costume, trouxe medo também dessa vez. Não se sabe como será... como fazer... o que vai acontecer... mas como li: &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Quem tem um "porquê de" pode suportar qualquer "como"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;✿&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! ia esquecendo. Do seu vidrinho de novidades, o novo&amp;nbsp;deixou uma &lt;strong&gt;música nova&lt;/strong&gt;. Diferente das outras canções. Uma música que se ouve de dentro e dá vontade de dançar.Os que não conseguem escutar a música não entendem. Nós, que ouvimos, dançamos no silêncio dos outros. Uma música que vem de dentro. &lt;strong&gt;Mu-dança&lt;/strong&gt; é o nome dela. Mudança que faz voar com os pés no chão. Que faz acreditar.&amp;nbsp;Que faz &amp;nbsp;sentir o que só sente quem consegue ouví-la, a mudança. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;✿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que o novo trouxe dentro do seu vidrinho inundou tudo... transformou tudo... brilhou em nossos olhos e nos faz dançar enquanto cuidamos para que a semente cresça forte e linda. Então, não sobrou muito espaço pro medo. Ele, deixando de ser o centro das atenções, foi embora devagarinho. Até quando? Até, quem sabe, um 'novo' novo chegar trazendo novidades. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas...&lt;/em&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; E até lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vamos viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Temos muito ainda por fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não olhe pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas começamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo começa agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Apenas começamos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TJplt-BHTWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/evwjsTW189I/s1600/97361907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TJplt-BHTWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/evwjsTW189I/s320/97361907.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;✿ ✿ ✿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2577316861657240335?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2577316861657240335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2577316861657240335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2577316861657240335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2577316861657240335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/09/mu-danca.html' title='mu-DANÇA'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TJpcBIEj_dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r8mlVyFhhXg/s72-c/103940077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-8984344770596334352</id><published>2010-06-28T03:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T03:22:05.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras palavras a me inspirar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Sorrisos sinceros me interessam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg45fv-bpI/AAAAAAAAATs/gwh5xYdUw8E/s1600/0e01041e127c7649f27c6b11a7a171eb592968e1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg45fv-bpI/AAAAAAAAATs/gwh5xYdUw8E/s320/0e01041e127c7649f27c6b11a7a171eb592968e1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem textos pré-escritos. Sem predisposições ou indisposições nos útimos tempos. Buscando a leveza dos dias, mesmo que caindo em alguns momentos na realidade um tanto dura. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia faz tudo ficar mais leve... ou ao menos dá cor até mesmo pra o que está sem nenhuma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dias cinzentos são tão normais, desenhos de sóis, de qualquer cor, sim, fazem diferença. Escolho o lápis de cor e desenho do jeito que eu sei. Quem disse que eu preciso saber desenhar...ou escrever...ou amar. Faço do jeito que sei. &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da (minha) melhor forma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Importa que seja verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que tenha um sorriso no meio (mesmo torto rs). Sorrisos sinceros me interessam...me interessam. Cores em meio ao cinza me alegram. E nem precisa ser o verde pra me trazer esperança. Palavras (mesmo sem ser tão rebuscadas ou pré-fabricadas) me deixam mais vazia de tantas que não consigo explicar ou que por explicar demais perderam o sentido literal. Ganharam um sentido pra lá de&amp;nbsp;figurado... &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um sol sorrindo pra mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O cinza perde ainda mais a graça. O sol tem graça.&amp;nbsp;Sol sorrindo apesar do cinza. Sorrindo do cinza, por que não? Sorrindo pra mim. &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrindo pra eu sorrir.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu que posso colocá-lo lá ou não. Eu que posso desenhar sorrisos ou não. Posso desenhá-lo ou me perder no cinza. Eu? Sim, eu.&amp;nbsp;Acho graça disso também.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que os dias sejam&amp;nbsp;leves... Desenhando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Termino com leves palavras de uma moça poeta que me ensina a 'desenhar' a beleza da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Se, ao acordar, posso escolher uma roupa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;posso escolher também o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;que vai vestir meu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Se, no percurso, posso errar o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;posso também escolher a paisagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;que vai vestir meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;A mesma articulação que tenho para reclamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;tenho para agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;E, se posso me adornar com a alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;não é a tristeza que eu vou tecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Que hoje e sempre, seja mais UM BELO DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/Marla de Queiroz/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7557635083921329029-8984344770596334352?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/8984344770596334352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=8984344770596334352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8984344770596334352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8984344770596334352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorrisos-sinceros-me-interessam.html' title='Sorrisos sinceros me interessam...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg45fv-bpI/AAAAAAAAATs/gwh5xYdUw8E/s72-c/0e01041e127c7649f27c6b11a7a171eb592968e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4085691339296644076</id><published>2010-06-28T02:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:47:05.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Pronto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg2YQzy3fI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ges0WTh4Mi4/s1600/sb10069026ci-001%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg2YQzy3fI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ges0WTh4Mi4/s320/sb10069026ci-001%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras desencontradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confusão de emoções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Convicções atravessadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insatisfação anunciada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronto. Absolsão cedida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade velada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontros descobertos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gentilezas camufladas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desconforto gerado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronto. Libertação liberada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim,&amp;nbsp;perguntas caladas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anseio por liberdade suprido. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatice desviada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronto. Cobrança anulada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No entanto, carinho apagado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planos asfixiados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperança desfalecida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que felicidade garantida. Pronto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4085691339296644076?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4085691339296644076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4085691339296644076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4085691339296644076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4085691339296644076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/06/pronto.html' title='Pronto.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TCg2YQzy3fI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ges0WTh4Mi4/s72-c/sb10069026ci-001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4211138376880220762</id><published>2010-06-14T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:31:46.959-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>.tanta coisa. tanto querer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TBW8wDnk2MI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wfx-QI9grSY/s1600/3613c12a52ab967cf0393d6b4ca697932068efbc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TBW8wDnk2MI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wfx-QI9grSY/s320/3613c12a52ab967cf0393d6b4ca697932068efbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tou sem inspiração. Na verdade, nunca mais sentei pra escrever. Talvez porque as coisas estejam&amp;nbsp;por demais embaralhadas nas palavras pra isso, ou porque o silêncio tem falado alto demais aos meus ouvidos. Não quero fazer desse espaço algo que seja autobiográfico. Quero falar do que gosto. Sim, sim, às vezes do que sinto. Mas outras vezes&amp;nbsp;falo&amp;nbsp;com carinho do que passou...dos anseios para o futuro, os meus e por que não os seus? Individual demais? Quem sabe... mas no fim das contas todo mundo quer a mesma coisa, pelo menos na essência é assim. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lógico que essa tal felicidade envolve muitas outras coisas pelo caminho e isso sim é relativo, individual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pensando... vivendo... calando... chorando... sonhando... twitando[rs]... sorrindo... fazendo... &amp;nbsp;amando.... querendo... querendo muito... Uma hora dessas, em meio a tudo isso, &amp;nbsp;sento e escrevo. Pra mim. Só pra me sentir melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Querendo... nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; quis tanto .&amp;nbsp;tanta coisa . com tanta vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Estranho isso. Uma hora escrevo. Quando descobrir o caminho. Ou simplesmente para caminhar melhor. Ou quando achar um canto pelo caminho&amp;nbsp;pra escrever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4211138376880220762?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4211138376880220762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4211138376880220762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4211138376880220762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4211138376880220762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/06/tanta-coisa-tanto-querer.html' title='.tanta coisa. tanto querer.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TBW8wDnk2MI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wfx-QI9grSY/s72-c/3613c12a52ab967cf0393d6b4ca697932068efbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-3222111999128519849</id><published>2010-06-03T15:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:11:29.595-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras palavras a me inspirar'/><title type='text'>. Verdade  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TAfvCLnEfuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4OZusvV36Wo/s1600/1994079%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TAfvCLnEfuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4OZusvV36Wo/s400/1994079%5B1%5D.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltando pra casa de dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/Marla de Queiroz/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Talvez seja hora de voltar pra casa", penso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Talvez seja hora de reler um poema, de tomar um banho de cachoeira, de mudar a rotina... Ou simplesmente a hora de massagear o peito antes de dormir_ se a noite pedir que você durma só_ abraçada ao travesseiro ou na insegurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltar pra casa... Um lugar dentro de você, seu Espaço Sagrado, seu altar, sua fonte, onde existe toda energia interior capaz de recarregar sua bateria emocional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe aquele &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lugar onde você um dia repousou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo estando muito carente?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que quando tudo parecia apertado demais você ainda encontrou um jeitinho de se movimentar até encontrar um pouco mais de conforto?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abrigo de paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que fica encoberto quando, numa relação, projetamos tudo de bom que temos no outro e a gente se esquece que o nosso "norte" fica adiante, que podemos caminhar juntos, podemos caminhar sós estando juntos e crescermos na mesma ou em direções diferentes... Que isso tudo não precisa doer tanto se pudermos voltar pra casa de dentro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para aquele &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intervalo de tempo em que se pode silenciar a ponto de escutar o sussurro sábio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que fica sempre abafado pelo grito desesperado da... ausência de quê, mesmo?! Parece que chega um momento em que tudo o que nos faltava incomoda porque agora já sobra. E foi Mário de Sá Carneiro que disse: " Morri à míngua de excessos.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenha medo de voltar pra casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Volte pro Lugar Sagrado onde poderá resgatar sua força! A delicadeza não é fragilidade! O amor não é complicado! O vazio é um espaço pra crescer. A sua felicidade é SUA responsabilidade, seu compromisso com a vida ... E , sabe a Beleza?! Ela é todo esse processo... O processo de redescobrir coisas que a gente acha que já sabia porque já se falou com tanta maestria sobre elas... Exerça a Beleza de "não saber" para poder redescobrir....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tenha mais cuidado com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, não espere isso do outro. Você sabe das suas carências, das suas fases, das suas lacunas. O outro sabe das dele. Às vezes há o encontro perfeito, o encaixe. Em outras, há a mudança brusca pedindo outras conquistas, outras evoluções. Permita-se ser a nova pessoa que acorda todos os dias com mais sede de tudo... Permita-se conhecer a nova pessoa que se relaciona com você diariamente: com outra disposição pra vida, pro amor, pra relação. O problema não está em você: sua luz é própria, é imensa. O problema não é o amor: ele é o nosso grande e constante aprendizado. O problema só está no medo.&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A ferida só nos pede que cuidemos dela para que seja curada. E pra isso, é preciso olhar minuciosamente e com muito carinho pro lugar que está doendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7557635083921329029-3222111999128519849?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/3222111999128519849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=3222111999128519849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3222111999128519849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3222111999128519849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/06/voltando-pra-casa-de-dentro-marla-de.html' title='. Verdade  .'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/TAfvCLnEfuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4OZusvV36Wo/s72-c/1994079%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-695388230681108312</id><published>2010-05-28T02:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:39:10.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>talVez e porquÊs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_9VYGmil9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RE62X10erGA/s1600/17b3b228d3fd3e066447c1aa28ee98c2251b53e6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_9VYGmil9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RE62X10erGA/s320/17b3b228d3fd3e066447c1aa28ee98c2251b53e6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus sempre causa problemas (a mim). Aliás, detesto partidas e despedidas. Talvez por ter visto a partida tão prematura de alguém tão importante na minha vida, que se foi sem se despedir... sem eu poder me despedir. Talvez isso tenha ditado o meu medo de adeus. Talvez por saber como dói dizer adeus sem querer isso.&amp;nbsp;Talvez se houvesse despedida talvez&amp;nbsp;não mudasse muita coisa (com certeza não).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Estranhamente sempre vem o desacreditar no fim. Inconscientemente é difícil se conformar. Por mais querer possa haver, por mais que&amp;nbsp;se repita várias vezes tentando se&amp;nbsp;convencer, que se faça disso um mantra de aceitação. Por mais que&amp;nbsp;isso se torne um motivo pra continuar quando o seu maior motivo se foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez uma história de desencontros não facilite as coisas. Talvez tantas reconciliações pelo caminho nunca&amp;nbsp; deixaram acreditar num caminho alternativo (que seja bom). Talvez tantas convicções guiem cegamente e a cegueira tenha idealizado um único caminho 'feliz'. Ou talvez a força do que se acredita faça desacreditar em qualquer outra coisa. Isso é tão cruel. Isso é tão taxativo quanto ao futuro. Isso é tão idiota!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Seria tão bom que nesses momentos o campo de visão fosse ampliado para além das lágrimas que turvam tudo. Não se consegue ver nada, pensar em outra coisa, sentir diferente. &lt;strong&gt;Dor que dói muito anestesia o resto.&lt;/strong&gt; Descobri isso. Não se consegue sentir nada além da dor. Não se encontra abrigo em nada. Torna-se&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;esforço sobrehumano levantar da cama pra se jogar no sofá. Credo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior (ou melhor) é quando de certa forma já se conhece o caminho. No entanto, tem vezes que o caminho é conhecido, mas as razões são desconhecidas. Um certo tom de definitivo... um adeus sussurado incessantemente no ouvido... silenciosa despedida que nunca&amp;nbsp;quis estar&amp;nbsp;tão certa de que estava certa. Algo diferente. Alguma coisa mudou. Talvez só mudou dentro de nós.&amp;nbsp;O que não mudou é que dizer adeus continua tão (ou mais) difícil. Talvez porque depois de tantos ensaios esta seja a cena final enfim?&amp;nbsp;Talvez porque o amor não seja muito chegado a despedidas? Por que adeus se escreve tão parecido com Deus? a-Deus. A: prefixo que indica negação. Talvez porque se sinta tão pouco de Deus no adeus? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez...talvez... cheia deles e dos porquês também. Talvez por enquanto ou porquês pra sempre? &amp;nbsp;Pelo menos alguma companhia pelo caminho.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'Não aprendi dizer adeus, não sei se vou me acostumar...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-695388230681108312?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/695388230681108312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=695388230681108312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/695388230681108312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/695388230681108312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-os-primeiros-diiiias.html' title='talVez e porquÊs.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_9VYGmil9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RE62X10erGA/s72-c/17b3b228d3fd3e066447c1aa28ee98c2251b53e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-8151807179336704128</id><published>2010-05-24T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:38:59.444-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_s4LmaXszI/AAAAAAAAASs/mNz0SfclXlE/s1600/Plano_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_s4LmaXszI/AAAAAAAAASs/mNz0SfclXlE/s320/Plano_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-8151807179336704128?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/8151807179336704128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=8151807179336704128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8151807179336704128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8151807179336704128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_s4LmaXszI/AAAAAAAAASs/mNz0SfclXlE/s72-c/Plano_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-8562469002736089370</id><published>2010-05-22T20:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:30:54.125-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabiscos antigos'/><title type='text'>Em outras palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Eu só consegui, mesmo com meu coração tão apertado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falar do &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; do jeito que a gente &lt;strong&gt;acreditou&lt;/strong&gt; um dia nas &lt;strong&gt;primeiras frases&lt;/strong&gt;.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/Marla de Queiroz/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_hkFkvMDnI/AAAAAAAAASk/GHfT0KtG0F8/s1600/burrito+triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_hkFkvMDnI/AAAAAAAAASk/GHfT0KtG0F8/s320/burrito+triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amor simples... muito simples... Amor tão somente... Puro e simples... nem "mais" nem menos... amor e ponto final!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-8562469002736089370?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/8562469002736089370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=8562469002736089370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8562469002736089370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8562469002736089370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/pra-que-preciso-das-palavras.html' title='Em outras palavras.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_hkFkvMDnI/AAAAAAAAASk/GHfT0KtG0F8/s72-c/burrito+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-8469623601990280040</id><published>2010-05-19T03:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:12:09.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outras palavras a me inspirar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Novo mantra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_N-bRjc6hI/AAAAAAAAASc/yrECGpTOSiw/s1600/celso_juniuor_Sorrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_N-bRjc6hI/AAAAAAAAASc/yrECGpTOSiw/s320/celso_juniuor_Sorrow.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre abismos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solidão abissal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que habita agora no final de cada tarde tua, esse &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempo derramado em conta-gotas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembranças tão vivazes de um passado intenso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, um agora que só quer ser triste e oco. Tua angústia sussurrada pros amigos, o seu corpo a tremer sem agasalhos, a tristeza elegeu neste momento teu olhar pra ser a fonte dos orvalhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E parece que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jamais serás a mesma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada mais terá sentido como antes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, mas assim como é líquida essa tristeza, essas águas são dinâmicas e fluidas. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Então deixa que as coisas se renovem, e que as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdas tenham mais de um sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, que os &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vazios te ofereçam mais espaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, pra que a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vida te compense com o impossível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; E permita que a alegria se aproxime, e que traga mais calor para os teus dias, quando tudo nos parece um desolo, é possível ainda assim, ser poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Seja forte, siga em frente, respire fundo, e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perceba a importância de se ter braços vazios, pra que se possa ter espaço em si para abraçar o mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; /Marla de Queiroz/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pura poesia em &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://doidademarluquices.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRANFORMAR-LA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Peguei a dedicatória do texto pra mim... tomei posse [rs]. Ô palavras doces e reconfortantes, vou fazer delas meu mantra pelo tempo que pecisar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;P.S.: grifo meu [itálico e negrito].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7557635083921329029-8469623601990280040?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/8469623601990280040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=8469623601990280040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8469623601990280040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/8469623601990280040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/novo-mantra.html' title='Novo mantra.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_N-bRjc6hI/AAAAAAAAASc/yrECGpTOSiw/s72-c/celso_juniuor_Sorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4364372504490713596</id><published>2010-05-17T18:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:12:57.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_GwHKWsVeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/z9sfYOlMFcI/s1600/2856861%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_GwHKWsVeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/z9sfYOlMFcI/s320/2856861%5B1%5D.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;'Meu mundo caiu...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4364372504490713596?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4364372504490713596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4364372504490713596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4364372504490713596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4364372504490713596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-mundo-caiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S_GwHKWsVeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/z9sfYOlMFcI/s72-c/2856861%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-9090282685395934431</id><published>2010-05-15T01:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:11:06.862-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Certo dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-4iwoKo3XI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q4fOf_BMDSc/s1600/dc75f4ffdc21022d4a95b4edfe30d52eadb8d166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-4iwoKo3XI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q4fOf_BMDSc/s320/dc75f4ffdc21022d4a95b4edfe30d52eadb8d166.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sem inspiração pra escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hoje só sei sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Me sinto só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sem inspiração pra sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hoje só sei querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quero entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Inspiração fo-se embora, levou o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deixou &lt;strong&gt;questionamentos&lt;/strong&gt; embrulhados num papel bonito. Geralmente não abro. &lt;strong&gt;Me distraio com os corações desenhados no embrulho. &lt;/strong&gt;Não poderia ser outro papel, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Certo dia, de tanto que mexi o embrulho, o meu encantamento pelos corações rasgou o papel. Logo, os questionamentos pularam de dentro dele. (E eu que nem sabia que eles existiam lá!). Me abraçaram com força, quase me sufocando. Eles&amp;nbsp;eram o presente afinal? Como nunca perguntei isso aos corações o que&amp;nbsp;embrulhavam?&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Fiquei cheia deles então.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A príncipio foi ruim. Achava que aquele presente não era pra mim. Sabe o que fiz? Coloquei-os debaixo do meu travesseiro. E à noite, eles sempre vinham falar comigo. Não me deixaram dormir por muitas noites. Eu não queria conversa com eles, mas ainda assim eles não calavam. &lt;strong&gt;Eu só me lembrava dos corações e de como eles me encantavam.&lt;/strong&gt; Os questionamentos só sabiam fazer perguntas, as quais eu não sabia ou não queria responder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas, aos poucos, fui conseguindo ouví-los, os questionamentos foram me fazendo pensar. Na verdade, &lt;strong&gt;foram eles que me fizeram entender os corações e não só admirá-los.&lt;/strong&gt; Entendi que era necessário abrir o papel bonito para entender. Bela conversa tivemos. A noite já não era mais tão longa e o &lt;strong&gt;entendimento apareceu.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ficou bem no meio deles, entre os questionamentos e os corações.&lt;/strong&gt; Ele agora me fala o que os corações não conseguem e responde alguns dos questionamnetos pra mim. Tenho tentado entendê-lo, o entendimento. Às vezes o questiono demais e sabe o que ele faz? me manda corações desenhados (quando esqueço deles). Ele equilibra as coisas. &lt;strong&gt;São nesses dias em que o entendimento aparece que os questionamentos me deixam dormir e os corações não me distraem tanto.&lt;/strong&gt; Alguns dias eu o entendo (em muitos, não).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A inspiração voltou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dessa vez, trazendo &lt;strong&gt;sonhos melhores&lt;/strong&gt; embrulhados num outro papel bonito, &lt;strong&gt;cheio de borboletas dessa vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quero abrir logo, só que por enquanto ainda estão voando. Não consigo alcançá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Será que tem asas junto com os sonhos também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Com sonhos novos acho que posso voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7557635083921329029-9090282685395934431?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/9090282685395934431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=9090282685395934431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/9090282685395934431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/9090282685395934431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/certo-dia.html' title='Certo dia...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-4iwoKo3XI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q4fOf_BMDSc/s72-c/dc75f4ffdc21022d4a95b4edfe30d52eadb8d166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4541830758748252322</id><published>2010-05-09T02:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:25:52.660-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'>[Feliz] dia das mães.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-ZHOWcUWgI/AAAAAAAAARk/kBBDm0svI34/s1600/91131843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-ZHOWcUWgI/AAAAAAAAARk/kBBDm0svI34/s320/91131843.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4541830758748252322?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4541830758748252322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4541830758748252322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4541830758748252322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4541830758748252322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html' title='[Feliz] dia das mães.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S-ZHOWcUWgI/AAAAAAAAARk/kBBDm0svI34/s72-c/91131843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-854974912636440490</id><published>2010-04-30T23:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:02:08.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Sobre vôos sonhados... e o sonho de voar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9uWfd7gFBI/AAAAAAAAARc/34flbOc20-s/s1600/94107542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9uWfd7gFBI/AAAAAAAAARc/34flbOc20-s/s400/94107542.jpg" tt="true" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Hoje eu só queria voar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso mesmo, queria criar asas e ir bem longe. Longe de tantas amarras que me prendem. Longe, especialmente do barulho que minhas insatisfações e pensamentos confusos fazem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar para onde não houvesse tantas obrigações sociais, tantas regras impostas [inclusive por nós mesmos], tantas pessoas... Pra onde não houvesse o meu querer incompreendido. O meu não fazer martelando na cabeça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Na verdade, queria era planar como fazem alguns pássaros, sem esforço nenhum para voar.&lt;/span&gt; Porque, hoje, eu não queria nem o barulho das minhas próprias asas inventadas.&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; E que fosse num céu bem limpo. &lt;/span&gt;Hoje eu não queria nem as nuvens cruzando meu caminho. &lt;strong&gt;Meu sonho pra dias assim: planar num céu bem limpo, só com a luz da lua a me guiar! &lt;/strong&gt;Porque, hoje, até a&amp;nbsp;distração que a luz do dia traz, eu recuso. Mais nada. Só eu, minhas asas e o ceuzão imenso. Bom, então acho que preciso ir dormir e meu sonho pra hoje ainda pode se realizar [já que não fumo maconha rs]!! Ainda tenho o resto que me resta da madrugada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes de alçar vôo, vou lembrar daquele beija-flor que quase me beijou naquele dia difícil. De tão perto, senti o vento do bater das suas asas, a rapidez e eletricidade do seu vôo. Não quero voar assim, apesar de me encantar profundamente com ele. Talvez outro dia, mas não hoje. Não em dias assim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Só quero um vôo mais tranquilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero menos amarras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero silêncio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero calar, mudar, me mudar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero a paz que vai além de qualquer entendimento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero compreensão aos meus delírios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero não me acomodar, não me acostumar, não banalizar o que importa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero esquecer o que ouvi, ouvir o que ainda não ouvi, ouvir a verdade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero não precisar de alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quero acreditar que meus planos e sonhos não são tão solitários... Hum, deixo pra outro dia esse querer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp;hoje, quero sonhar sozinha. Quero voar sozinha. Nem meus pensamentos são bem vindos [principalmente eles].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Só quero dormir e ter um vôo tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt; Acordar e não querer tanto assim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar feliz mesmo com o que não tenho [e talvez seja que nunca venha a ter]. Aceitar que isso pode ser o melhor pra mim também. Começar a querer coisas novas e que 'elas' me queiram bem. Hum, vou deixar isso pra outro dia também. Hoje eu só quero silêncio e paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sonhos podem me trazer asas, acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhar é melhor que viver, em dias assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para dias em que viver seja melhor do que sonhar, sonhos mais &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;28/04/10 &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/7557635083921329029-854974912636440490?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/854974912636440490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=854974912636440490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/854974912636440490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/854974912636440490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-voos-sonhados-e-o-sonho-de-voar.html' title='Sobre vôos sonhados... e o sonho de voar!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9uWfd7gFBI/AAAAAAAAARc/34flbOc20-s/s72-c/94107542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-6607554878993875904</id><published>2010-04-22T18:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:47:30.898-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida verde'/><title type='text'>Feliz Dia da Terra! Por uma Terra mais Feliz!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje comemora-se o &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;DIA DA TERRA&lt;/span&gt; em todo o planeta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ep9MFiWXR8M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ep9MFiWXR8M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia da Terra! Homenagem do Greenpeace à Terra! Vídeo lindinho, vale a pena!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que este dia seja comemorado com alguma ação concreta, por mais simples que pareça. Faça a sua parte! Pode ser recusando uma sacola plástica, não jogando lixo na rua ou chamando a atenção se vir alguém jogando... pode ser não lavando a calçada com mangueira ou fazer xixi no chuveiro [rs] para evitar o desperdício de água. Parece ações simples, mas já começam fazer diferença. Pode ser também encaminhando&amp;nbsp;um email para os seus contatos [eu mandei um para os meus], ou colocando alguma mensagem em uma das redes sociais que vc participa [seja orkut, twiter, blog, facebook, meme, msn...]. Ou mesmo criando a sua própria mensagem do Dia da Terra [e por que não colocando-a em prática?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DA TERRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9DDXqnHUaI/AAAAAAAAARU/7jy302I8rUs/s1600/86301795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9DDXqnHUaI/AAAAAAAAARU/7jy302I8rUs/s320/86301795.jpg" width="260" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;POR UMA TERRA MAIS FELIZ [hoje, amanhã e sempre]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-6607554878993875904?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/6607554878993875904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=6607554878993875904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/6607554878993875904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/6607554878993875904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-dia-da-terra-por-uma-terra-mais.html' title='Feliz Dia da Terra! Por uma Terra mais Feliz!!!!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S9DDXqnHUaI/AAAAAAAAARU/7jy302I8rUs/s72-c/86301795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1555193603761162492</id><published>2010-04-20T02:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:59:48.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S81BuG1cvrI/AAAAAAAAARM/099C1ImTTUA/s320/d47fb9695dd8d9e7e7d4f012e097317a8b6e9031.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;"E que uma palavra ou um gesto, seu ou meu, seria suficiente para modificar nossos roteiros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;/Caio Fernando Abreu/&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/7557635083921329029-1555193603761162492?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1555193603761162492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1555193603761162492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1555193603761162492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1555193603761162492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-tambem.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S81BuG1cvrI/AAAAAAAAARM/099C1ImTTUA/s72-c/d47fb9695dd8d9e7e7d4f012e097317a8b6e9031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-3242768463737939298</id><published>2010-04-18T17:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:22:40.244-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>o Dia que se chama Hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8tq9z9pPRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdSnIC9v2oM/s1600/sb10064665w-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8tq9z9pPRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdSnIC9v2oM/s320/sb10064665w-001.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que valem uma vida inteira.&lt;/strong&gt; Minutos que mudam uma história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minutos que separam a vida da morte. Minutos que antecedem uma palavra dura, uma ação impensada, uma reação grosseira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos de decisão.&lt;/strong&gt; Em que você decide entre a traição e a sinceridade de um sentimento sem marcas, entre o perdão e uma mágoa que pode mudar tudo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um milhão de pensamentos no minuto de silêncio antes do sim do casamento... antes de atirar, seja um beijo, seja uma pedra ou uma palavra dura. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minutos que separam o sim do não, o julgar do compreender, o condenar e o absolver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que nos dão uma nova chance. &lt;/strong&gt;Minutos em que podemos recomeçar, mudar... seja um texto, ou um contexto. Minutos do arrependimento, do voltar atrás, do pedir desculpas, do repensar.&amp;nbsp; Minutos que nem sempre são possíveis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há minutos que mudam tudo irreparavelmente.&lt;/strong&gt; São os minutos que mais temo. Na verdade, às vezes, desconfio deles. Porque sempre acredito num outro minuto importante: o minuto que a gente muda dentro da gente, independente da circunstância.&amp;nbsp; De quando você acredita que tudo vai ficar bem, sem nem entender por que.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos de paz.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp;Então quando você se dá conta disso, passa a dar importância a determinados minutos tão preciosos. Nesses minutos você passa a entender e dar valor a certos minutos [rs]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que podem nunca serem revividos, porque são únicos. &lt;/strong&gt;Minutos do abraço sincero no pior momento da sua vida, da palavra de consolo quando um amor se vai sem dar explicações, do sorriso de quem já se foi e que não se ouve mais, de palavras que você gostaria de ter eternizado e de outras que desejaria nunca ter ouvido ou mesmo falado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que parecem intermináveis.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Minuto da lembrança do que não pode ser mais vivido, das lágrimas de dor da perda, da solidão que você não pediu que chegasse. O minuto da decepção. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que se eternizam.&lt;/strong&gt; Minutos da formatura, em que os anos da facul passam pela cabeça, do nascimento de um filho, morte de uma mãe, despedida de um amigo, encontro de um amor, minutos únicos com o seu amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos com Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos que direcionam uma vida inteira.&lt;/strong&gt; Momentos&amp;nbsp;tão importantes que deveriam durar mais tempo.&amp;nbsp;Ah, ia esquecendo os minutos de uma boa música!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis a mágica dos minutos: um minuto a menos agora? Ou um minuto a mais agora?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só sei que por mais clichê que pareça, os minutos são preciosos. Inclusive esse exato minuto em que você&amp;nbsp;reflete sobre isso, sobre o que tem feito com os minutos que compõem a tua vida. Se não serviu pra isso, então você perdeu seu precioso minuto [rs]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;26/01/10&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/7557635083921329029-3242768463737939298?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/3242768463737939298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=3242768463737939298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3242768463737939298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3242768463737939298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-dia-que-se-chama-hoje.html' title='o Dia que se chama Hoje.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8tq9z9pPRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdSnIC9v2oM/s72-c/sb10064665w-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2016573951841149534</id><published>2010-04-12T18:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:32:16.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>sobre Laços e Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8OCLOzRkdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2AQEkAEhu2s/s1600/90796818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8OCLOzRkdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2AQEkAEhu2s/s320/90796818.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.do que prende a gente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Permanecer na dúvida parecia a melhor saída. Assim a gente consegue negar internamente, &lt;em&gt;desacreditar no que os olhos insistem em mostrar.&lt;/em&gt; Parece trazer conforto, mas faz o papel do idiota ter mais fala nesse teatro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber a verdade é bom.&lt;/em&gt; Poupamos tanto.&lt;strong&gt; Respeito e consideração.&lt;/strong&gt; Tem gente que não conhece palavras assim. Ou, se conhece, dá outros significados que ainda não me foram apresentados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decepção pode ser uma boa palavra a ser usada. E decepção está ligada à desprendimento. &lt;em&gt;Quando ela chega é pra desfazer um nó que a gente mesmo deu no barbante que nos liga aos outros.&lt;/em&gt; Só é ruim quando este nó está quase invisível e, junto a ele, existem outros que dificultam o desfazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dói.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o que machuca engrandece. O que engrandece melhora. O que melhora faz diferença. E a diferença, bom, melhor não continuar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É isso. Só isso. &lt;strong&gt;Ou pelo menos quero acreditar que seja…"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heitor Neto&lt;/strong&gt; e suas&lt;a href="http://www.insanidade.com/"&gt; insanidades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; [que, pra mim, fazem todo sentido].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensando nos laços invisíveis que nos prendem aos outros... pensando nos laços que faço, nos que tenho feito, nos que tento manter ... em quando as pessoas desfazem esses laços comigo, mas, por serem invisíveis, muitas vezes não me dou conta. Em quando ou os desfaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando nos laços que quero fazer... em novos laços, mas sem me desfazer dos antigos.&amp;nbsp;Pensando em&amp;nbsp;como manter alguns laços bem presos a mim.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nesses casos de laços entre as pessoas, os dois seguram as pontas, caso contrário&amp;nbsp;vai ficando frouxo e se desfaz... e é triste quando isso já aconteceu e&amp;nbsp;um deles&amp;nbsp;se vê segurando uma das pontas de um laço que já foi abandonado pelo outro faz tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pensando nos laços que nos prendem às coisas... aos acontecimentos...ao passado...laços do presente,&amp;nbsp; laços de presente, laços que prendem os sacos de lixo, laços da calcinha, laços do tênis, laços matrimoniais, laços que amarram as flores nos funerais, laços de amizade, laços de sangue, laços de cabelo, laços que amarram uma fratura, um machucado, laços de amor...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando nos laços que quero fazer no futuro e em como eles já devem começar a serem feitos desde já. Pensando em como as pessoas precisam se sentir seguros ou presos a alguma coisa, seja amor, seja dor, seja esperança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando em tantos laços preciosos que são desfeitos por coisas tão banais. Pensando nos laços que são desfeitos sem a gente querer, por um acidente dessses da vida, por uma fatalidade qualquer que estamos sujeitos todos os dias. Pensando que quando coisas assim acontecem, percebemos o quão forte e tão frágil ao mesmo tempo são os laços invisíveis que nos prendem aos outros. Pensando o tão triste a gente só perceber isso quando não temos mais o que nos é precioso perto de nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando em como, por certas vezes, no desespero em puxar bem forte o laço para mantê-lo forte e junto de nós, ele acaba se desfazendo pela força direcionada à um só dos lados e o outro não consegue segurar&amp;nbsp;a outra ponta do&amp;nbsp;laço. Pensando naqueles laços de festa... de presente... tão lindos, tão coloridos, mas que logo são desfeitos, esquecidos porque acaba a festa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando naqueles laços simples, mas que estão conosco sempre, sem tanta cor ou tanto glamour [rs], mas estão sempre lá e nem nos damos conta. E em como eles são fortes como aqueles laços de âncora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando nos laços invisíveis que nos prendem e que geralmente são bem mais fortes que tantos laços visíveis. Pensando nos meus laços... pensando em nossos laços... pensando nos laços deles... nos laços da teia da vida das pessoas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2016573951841149534?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2016573951841149534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2016573951841149534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2016573951841149534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2016573951841149534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-lacos-e-pensamentos.html' title='sobre Laços e Pensamentos...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8OCLOzRkdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2AQEkAEhu2s/s72-c/90796818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5097320335469028102</id><published>2010-04-09T03:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:07:18.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida verde'/><title type='text'>Vida verde... help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S76-5Kn93cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OUaltJqYxRE/s1600/92390086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S76-5Kn93cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OUaltJqYxRE/s320/92390086.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses dias 'emersa' no trabalho... nas letras... no verde, tenho refletido bastante sobre o meu &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;AGIR ambiental.&lt;/span&gt; Planos tem vindo à tona, vontades embrulhadas pela preguiça tem aparecido aos poucos, preocupação com o que &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tenho feito com o que sei.&amp;nbsp; O querer aprender mais, não que isso seja essencial pra se fazer algo, mas é sempre bom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber o que fazer com o saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Saber e fazer. &lt;strong&gt;Tentar fazer, mesmo não sabendo muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por mais que me sinta tão &lt;strong&gt;pequeninha&lt;/strong&gt; diante de tantas questões, quero compartilhar algumas coisas com o máximo de pessoas possível... porque sei que muitos pequeninos juntos podem fazer uma grande obra (como as formigas rs).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero transpor as páginas sem vida e partir pro verde!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Preciso me planejar.&lt;strong&gt; Preciso de ajuda.&lt;/strong&gt; Nem sei se alguém lê isso aqui, mas vou dar um jeito de ser ouvida. O primeiro passo e chegamos onde quisermos não é? &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro passo é o amor&amp;nbsp;à causa ambiental. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S77B3OjNTqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uzVxCzrzb2I/s1600/cora%C3%A7ao.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S77B3OjNTqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uzVxCzrzb2I/s200/cora%C3%A7ao.bmp" width="198" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O AMOR é a base para atitudes positivas no enfrentamento dos problemas. Amor por nós mesmos, amor pelas outras formas de vida e amor pelo planeta. Toda transformação positiva precisa do amor para se tornar real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5097320335469028102?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5097320335469028102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5097320335469028102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5097320335469028102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5097320335469028102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-verde-help.html' title='Vida verde... help!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S76-5Kn93cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OUaltJqYxRE/s72-c/92390086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4225593787217762438</id><published>2010-04-05T02:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:30:59.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7lyO-Zci-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VPyfF4QAzVU/s1600/88828432%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7lyO-Zci-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VPyfF4QAzVU/s320/88828432%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Meu feriado = TRABALHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P3#%o*?^$Rr&amp;amp;#@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4225593787217762438?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4225593787217762438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4225593787217762438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4225593787217762438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4225593787217762438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-feriado-trabalho-p6.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7lyO-Zci-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VPyfF4QAzVU/s72-c/88828432%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5770067007893624718</id><published>2010-04-01T01:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:42:17.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabiscos antigos'/><title type='text'>o Amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria falar um pouco desses dias meio deturpados pela Igreja católica. Mas, prefiri deixar um e-mail que recebi do &lt;a href="http://www.portasabertas.org.br/"&gt;"Missão Portas Abertas"&lt;/a&gt; , site m-a-r-a-v-i-l-h-o-s-o, que me ensina muito de Deus com muito&amp;nbsp;mais que palavras e sim atitudes concretas que me contrangem por tanto desprendimento das pessoas. Ainda existe gente que ama, acredita nos seus ideais de verdade e faz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todo o capítulo 53 do livro de Isaías é maravilhoso, e nos ajuda a compreender o significado do sacrifício de Cristo por nós. Ali está descrito, profeticamente, o que aconteceria no momento da crucificação. A cada versículo somos inundados pelo amor demonstrado por alguém que, sendo totalmente livre de culpa, assumiu o peso das nossas iniquidades, transgressões, enfermidades, simplesmente por amor. Que nesta semana em que se comemora a paixão e a ressurreição de Cristo, possamos refletir sobre esses acontecimentos e, também, se temos vivido de maneira que agrade a Ele."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7QjU45sBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MunIlIYpky0/s1600/563263%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7QjU45sBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MunIlIYpky0/s320/563263%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Termino com algo simples, mas extremamente profundo e verdadeiro que escrevi faz um tempinho já.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Só o tEu amor preenche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ilimitadamente e inexplicavelmente excelso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sobremodo excelente esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Todos os adjetivos não o classificariam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Todos os substantivos não o definiriam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Complexidade traduzida em coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Simplicidade em pequenos grandes gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Palavras que produzem esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Gestos que geram mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Esperança de mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o teu amor, Senhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Só o tEu amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;/.../08/07/&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/7557635083921329029-5770067007893624718?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5770067007893624718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5770067007893624718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5770067007893624718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5770067007893624718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-o-teu-amor-preenche.html' title='o Amor.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S7QjU45sBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MunIlIYpky0/s72-c/563263%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1716894933524244267</id><published>2010-03-24T00:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:04:41.413-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabiscos antigos'/><title type='text'>Nostalgiia, continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;ces &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6mJ8WMsY7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c_tX1M7j_ic/s1600-h/ATgAAABvD24j_ar9tWt0rU2CG6QcRBvu17NC5p97rwBdMQgN6dWRjgODdNBS6sAL9zMfvkacUbRs46JbwdHiGA0Bv2nQAJtU9VC5oY0K9RuZFa-33g5uTISbkCmUog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6mJ8WMsY7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c_tX1M7j_ic/s320/ATgAAABvD24j_ar9tWt0rU2CG6QcRBvu17NC5p97rwBdMQgN6dWRjgODdNBS6sAL9zMfvkacUbRs46JbwdHiGA0Bv2nQAJtU9VC5oY0K9RuZFa-33g5uTISbkCmUog.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O céu não precisa estar&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; laranja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, meu guarda-chuva basta. Guardo o sol também.. guardo&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; na minha mochila de c-&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o-i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-s-a-s herdadas...&lt;strong&gt;de amassadas palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fica laranja quando tenho&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Espero e alcanço&lt;/em&gt;. Sem cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] &lt;/em&gt;Com todo respeito que houver nessa 'ida'...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;sempre amor na despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais valor a cada vinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... vi... da. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] &lt;/em&gt;E por tão&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; jun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;andarem:&lt;em&gt; 'põim'&lt;/em&gt;... seus guarda-tudo se cruzam. &lt;em&gt;Desequilibram-se&lt;/em&gt;. E nem chuva tem.&amp;nbsp;Às vezes tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dife&lt;/strong&gt;rentes cores. Se&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iguais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;seriam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;lado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; são &lt;strong&gt;amores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] &lt;/em&gt;Humm...&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; ajeita de lá...&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt; arruma de cá. Cada um afasta um pouco pra &lt;em&gt;juntos melhor ficar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]&lt;/em&gt; Porque eles sabem se ajeitar, conhecem qual a&lt;strong&gt; melhor mão pra segurar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, &lt;strong&gt;as mochilas se encaixam.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ah!&lt;/em&gt; agora podem caminhar direito, porque são nelas que levam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; planos&lt;/strong&gt; ... nas &lt;em&gt;mochilas dos sonhos realizáveis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]&lt;/em&gt; Das mochilas, pegam os&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrisos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; E vão além&lt;/strong&gt;... entre &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt; e alegria, com &lt;strong&gt;Aquele &lt;/strong&gt;que pintou os guardas-chuva e o céu, &lt;em&gt;doce companhia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simetria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maestria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sintonia.&lt;/em&gt; Perfeito&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;arco-íris&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cores. &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respeito&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Amém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;08/11/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Obs.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Texto inspirado em&amp;nbsp;um texto de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericasouza.wordpress.com/2010/03/23/1801/#comment-78"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector que se chama "Por não andarem distraídos",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; que 'passeando' pelo blog de Érica [Tudo novo...de novo], lembrei dele com um carinho enorme!! Escrevi faz um tempinho já e, na verdade, acho&amp;nbsp;só tem relação na minha mente meio doida. Lembro que a inspiração do começo acabou tomando a direção da fotinho que escolhi na época [continua a mesma, consegui encontrá-la!] pra retratar. Sei que por mais que não seja entendido, fez [e ainda faz] muito sentido pra mim. O considero atemporal, como tantos outros. Consigo enxergar uma combinação entre essas cores: verde e laranja [apesar de hoje eu já gostar mais de lilás] rsrs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-1716894933524244267?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1716894933524244267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1716894933524244267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1716894933524244267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1716894933524244267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-do-is.html' title='Nostalgiia, continua...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6mJ8WMsY7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c_tX1M7j_ic/s72-c/ATgAAABvD24j_ar9tWt0rU2CG6QcRBvu17NC5p97rwBdMQgN6dWRjgODdNBS6sAL9zMfvkacUbRs46JbwdHiGA0Bv2nQAJtU9VC5oY0K9RuZFa-33g5uTISbkCmUog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5678758925323207978</id><published>2010-03-19T21:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:05:18.044-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabiscos antigos'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Resolvi&amp;nbsp;"desenterrar" uns textos beeeem antigos que tinha guardado em umas folhas avulsas. &lt;strong&gt;São datados de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;, época em que resolvi escrever. Passei um tempão sem escrever mais nada e resolvi colocá-los no papel de novo no finalzinho do ano passado. De vez em quando vou postar algum deles por aqui [novo marcador: &lt;strong&gt;rabiscos antigos&lt;/strong&gt;].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6QYP0Niz7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-EpN2FKooJE/s1600-h/84405599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6QYP0Niz7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-EpN2FKooJE/s320/84405599.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é preciso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pergunta-me e eu te respondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Amar, simplesmente amar é preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sem meias palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;com muitas palavras ou mesmo sem elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Cansei de acalentar minha alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;de fazê-la ninar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Cansei de tentar suprir tantas lacunas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;de me acostumar com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;É preciso que me respondas quando te pergunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sim, fales! Hipócrito silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mentiroso sossego. Falso acalento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Todos desvendados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não, não devaneio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Desmascaradas atitudes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;vem-me como sussurros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;e ensurdecem-me os pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vivianne Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;[.../2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5678758925323207978?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5678758925323207978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5678758925323207978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5678758925323207978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5678758925323207978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S6QYP0Niz7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-EpN2FKooJE/s72-c/84405599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1725694962684076050</id><published>2010-03-14T17:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:32:31.576-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'>Esse dia  mesmo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S51GIooXTyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/y1LuuDasbFU/s1600-h/200415956-001%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S51GIooXTyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/y1LuuDasbFU/s320/200415956-001%5B1%5D.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Domingo é meu inferno astral. Duvido que haja algo mais entediante. É dia de descansar, de almoço em família, de ir ao parque: o domingo&amp;nbsp;é benevolente demais. Não tem a malícia do sábado nem a determinação da segunda. É um dia em cima do muro, não é dia de festa nem de trabalho. Nem lá, nem cá. Nem mais, nem menos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/Divã. Mharta Medeiros/&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/7557635083921329029-1725694962684076050?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1725694962684076050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1725694962684076050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1725694962684076050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1725694962684076050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-ou-menos.html' title='Esse dia  mesmo.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S51GIooXTyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/y1LuuDasbFU/s72-c/200415956-001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1178086298514545698</id><published>2010-03-13T21:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:54:48.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Fim de duas semanas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um monte de coisa escrita em folhas avulsas e um monte de nada pra fazer, mas sem vontade nenhuma de escrever nada meu. Hoje foi um dia reflexivo... pensei muito... muito...sobre a tal felicidade e cheguei como sempre a várias&lt;strong&gt; conclusões inconclusivas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi um micro texto de um blog que gosto, lá tem um monte de 'louco' que às vezes me assustam, outras me inspiram por sua coragem de escrever o que pensam sem reservas e sem vergonha. Esse é do &lt;strong&gt;Guilherme Schildberg,&lt;/strong&gt; mas na verdade, descobri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tia-augusta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A Rua Augusta "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; por causa de outro doido [olha só a intimidade!rs], o &lt;strong&gt;Marcelo Mayer.&lt;/strong&gt; Qualquer dia posto um texto dele aqui. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5wuMRl9Q2I/AAAAAAAAANs/bUxvsZsHU-Q/s1600-h/75285914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5wuMRl9Q2I/AAAAAAAAANs/bUxvsZsHU-Q/s320/75285914.jpg" vt="true" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se tudo é ciclico, se tudo começa e termina sempre, pra assinalar o infinito, então o final não existe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal o final é o começo que por sua vez é o final afinal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então a felicidade não mora no final do caminho (ou no começo, que seja), ela mora no caminho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho que cuidar do percurso, pra rechear de felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequenas conquistas e olhos abertos pra dentro de mim. Satisfação dos meus pequenos feitos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí sim o caminho fica feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas e o final?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O final é triste?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piorou tudo. Na verdade. Concluí isso hoje. A vida é um tanto confusa às vezes. Mas, ainda assim, consigo terminar o post e o dia, cantando Bob Marley...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não se preocupe com isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo vai estar bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levantei esta manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorri com o sol nascendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Três pequenos passarinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pousaram na minha porta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantando doces músicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De melodias puras e verdadeiras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizendo ("Esta é minha mensagem para você")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/play/33142/Bob_Marley-Three_Little_Bir___" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Marley - Three Little Bir Mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7557635083921329029-1178086298514545698?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1178086298514545698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1178086298514545698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1178086298514545698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1178086298514545698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/03/fim-de-duas-semanas.html' title='Fim de duas semanas!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5wuMRl9Q2I/AAAAAAAAANs/bUxvsZsHU-Q/s72-c/75285914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2473550252882985255</id><published>2010-03-12T01:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:45:32.183-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Humanos, são só humanos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5nEdcIaPHI/AAAAAAAAANk/vyj_dPxaDXI/s1600-h/cachorrinho1ev1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5nEdcIaPHI/AAAAAAAAANk/vyj_dPxaDXI/s320/cachorrinho1ev1%5B1%5D.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem dias que a nossa condição humana bate forte na nossa cara. Uma porrada bem dada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesses dias, a nossa humanidade, que tanto queremos domesticar, ganha forma, se agiganta e toma os nossos sentidos. Parece que nossos sentidos ganham vontade própria e nossos impulsos nos envergonham. Impulso, nesse contexto, me refiro a deixar aparecer característscas da nossa personalidade que não gostamos muito ou que tentamos com esmero, domesticá-las, deixá-las quietinhas. E por muitas vezes, ou na maioria delas, até que conseguimos, com muito esforço, alguns livros e muitas quedas.&amp;nbsp;Mas, num instante , num milésimo de segundo: BOOM! Elas esplodem. Aparecem inesperadamente e sem ser convidadas.&amp;nbsp;Às vezes por um motivo bobo, outras vezes nem tão bobos assim... só sei que&amp;nbsp;nossas&amp;nbsp;reações é que, a maioria das vezzes,&amp;nbsp;nos transformam nos bobos da história. Então, em momentos assim, penso: &lt;strong&gt;Poxa, sou tão humana!!&lt;/strong&gt; Que droga!!! Que alívio!!!rsrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, disso eu sempre soube. Tou looooonge horrores de ser a mocinha 'meiga' dos filmes água com açúcar. E, pra ser sincera, eu nem queria mesmo [rs]. Elas são tão normais e até bem chatinhas. Tou mais pra louca&amp;nbsp;da história&amp;nbsp;ou mente estranha... sei lá. Ou mesmo daqueles filmes que tudo dá errado com a pessoa, mas &lt;strong&gt;ainda assim ela é estranhamente feliz e imperfeitamente assumida.&lt;/strong&gt; Pois é, gosto desses. Me identifico. Mas não me importo,&amp;nbsp;acho até&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"que eu já me acostumei com a estrada errada que segui e com a minha própria lei. Tenho o que ficou...", &lt;em&gt;só não tenho certeza sobre&lt;/em&gt; "sorte até demais"&lt;em&gt; [rs]. Mas às vezes até me divirto. Consigo rir em meio ao caos. Na verdade, pra mim, riso e choro são irmãos bem unidos, se amam e se odeiam ao mesmo tempo. Humm, adoro aqueles loucos dos filmes que, apesar dos pesares, ainda conseguem dar uma risada meio escabrosa olhando pro espelho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ai ai, &lt;strong&gt;justificativa:&lt;/strong&gt; os filmes foram os meus companheiros nesses dias doente.... assisti taaaaantos que me perdi nas histórias. Nada mais normal. Mas, graças a Deus, melhorei, meu pc tá de volta. Parece que bons ventos voltaram a soprar nessa direção. Só falta eu voltar pra vida real...ao trabalho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri [e isso serve só pra mim, lógico], que em dias 'pesados', estressantes, nada melhor do que escrever. [Isso porque até então só escrevia quando triste. Tou evoluindo.] Ah, gritar também faz bem. E falar tudo que se sente também. Me sinto leve...levinha [literalmente. Essa virose me roubou 3kg que lutei pra ganhar. Nojenta!] Voltando ao assunto, sobre os impulsos né? Eita me perdi toda. Como sou prolixa! Pois é, no fim das contas é ter muito cuidado pra que nesses momentos não magoemos alguém [geralmente querido] com a nossa impulsividade. O que geralmente acontece. Fatalmente acontece.&amp;nbsp;Somos humanos, logo, falhos. Pedir perdão ainda não saiu de moda, mas seja rápido, que já já sai [rs]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fim das contas, é conosco e com Deus. Que Ele&amp;nbsp;nos ensine a lidar com a&amp;nbsp;nossa humanidade. Isso, porque creio que eu não sou a única assim, né?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atire o controle remoto quem nunca perdeu o controle! É&amp;nbsp;melhor do que dar gotinhas de veneno através de palavras equilibradas. É melhor do que ficar calada e se engasgar com a raiva. É melhor ser verdadeira e errar feio do que fingir.&amp;nbsp;É melhor ser honesta do que tentar manter as coisas sobre um falso controle. &lt;strong&gt;Viva a humanidade!&lt;/strong&gt; Mas, o melhor mesmo é conversar... daí vem o entendimento. Sempre há um meio termo. Sempre há um caminho. &lt;strong&gt;Se assim quisermos.&lt;/strong&gt; Só se tiver vontade envolvida. Só assim. Na verdade, vontade dentre outras coisas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero escrever mais...mas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;as idéias já estão se misturando nas palavras desencontradas.&lt;/strong&gt; Tá, tá, ou ler um livro. "Despido-me" [lá vai a louca!]&amp;nbsp;por aqui!!! [HAHAHAHA... tava olhando no espelho, juro!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivianne &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[09/04/10]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2473550252882985255?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2473550252882985255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2473550252882985255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2473550252882985255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2473550252882985255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/03/humanos-sao-so-humanos.html' title='Humanos, são só humanos...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S5nEdcIaPHI/AAAAAAAAANk/vyj_dPxaDXI/s72-c/cachorrinho1ev1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5673611129928280843</id><published>2010-02-27T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:12:25.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S4l7vrNe-uI/AAAAAAAAANc/9iv3q970NgQ/s1600-h/dodoi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S4l7vrNe-uI/AAAAAAAAANc/9iv3q970NgQ/s320/dodoi.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"O que me mata é o cotidiano. Eu queria só exceções."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Volta ao trabalho... e pela primeira vez na vida eu não tou triste por isso, acredite se quiser&amp;nbsp;[rs]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tou cansada de tanto nada. Lembrei de um versículo da Bíblia, acho que é provérbios que diz algo assim:&lt;/em&gt; "Para a alma faminta até o amargo parece doce". &lt;em&gt;Esse versículo diz muito e serve pra um monte de coisa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humm... é bem provável que semana que vem eu mude de idéia! rsrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5673611129928280843?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5673611129928280843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5673611129928280843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5673611129928280843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5673611129928280843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-me-mata-e-o-cotidiano.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S4l7vrNe-uI/AAAAAAAAANc/9iv3q970NgQ/s72-c/dodoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1772433978258560232</id><published>2010-02-17T02:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:39:22.435-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Bom carnaval pra vocês aí genteee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3tyA4LNT3I/AAAAAAAAANU/BTSsfqpWaJw/s1600-h/84551172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3tyA4LNT3I/AAAAAAAAANU/BTSsfqpWaJw/s320/84551172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carnaval...carnaval...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MEDO. Fico com medo de sair e medo de ficar em casa. Medo de barulho das garrafadas e medo do silêncio das ruas desertas.&amp;nbsp;Lembrei da música de Lenine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho medo de gente e de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho medo da vida e medo de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho medo de ficar e medo de escapulir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Medo que as pessoas que eu gosto morram por aí e que outras matem por aqui [e por aí também]. Medo de tanta droga e tanta droga de música nas ruas. Medo dos acidentes e das balas que pegam os inocentes. Quantos medos!!&amp;nbsp;Medo da coragem dos tolos. Medo das máscaras. Me deixem cá com as minhas, são mais originais. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Medo de olhar no fundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo de dobrar a esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo de ficar no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De passar em branco, de cruzar a linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo de se achar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De perder a rédea, a pose e o prumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; 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line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo de pedir arrego, medo de vagar sem rumo'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto que só dessa musiquinha, tem um&amp;nbsp;ritmo bem legal, agitado pra disfarçar a letra pesada, tipo aquela de Djavan: Tanta saudade. Outra música que adoro. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carnaval...carnaval... [voltando ao assunto rs].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;RAIVA. Fico com raiva de ver a tv. Na verdade não consigo ficar nem cinco minutos assistindo sem &amp;nbsp;pensar naquele desfile de desperdícios. Quantas penas carissímas!!!!! Quantas aves sacrificadas!!!!! Quantas aves em extinção neste carnaval? Muita raiva disso. Inclusive raiva daquele desfile de corpos belissímos [na verdade, um pouco de inveja rs], do culto ao corpo. Raiva das fantasias que valem um ano de salário meu ou 10 anos sei lá... Quanto dinheiro investido em paetês e quantas plumas!!!!&amp;nbsp;O que me lembra outra musiquinha bem antiga, dessa vez de Renato Russo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai ver que é assim mesmo e vai ser assim pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai ficando complicado e ao mesmo tempo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei mais o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Bom a parte da música que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te fiz comida, velei teu sono.&amp;nbsp;Fui teu amigo, te levei comigo.&amp;nbsp;E me diz: pra mim o que é que ficou?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;deixa pra outro post!!!! Hoje é carnaval &amp;nbsp;[eu sou muito focada rsrs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aproveitei um pc emprestado [rs] porque, além de tudo, para piorar as coisas, o meu tá 'bichado' pra variar, aff! &amp;nbsp;E outras 'coisitas' mais. Carnaval...carnaval...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso de oxigênio, preciso ter amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso ter dinheiro, preciso de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[...]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;São tudo pequenas coisas e tudo deve passar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aiai, hoje eu tou tão musical. Sabe quando a gente deixa as músicas falarem por nós, pois é.&amp;nbsp;Tem dias [como nos dias de carnaval] que..assim como&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Humberto Gessinger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu me sinto um estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passageiro de algum trem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não passa por aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não passa de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre gritos e gemidos, entre mortos e feridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(a mentira e a verdade, a solidão e a cidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre um copo e outro da mesma bebida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre tantos corpos com a mesma ferida'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que tou ficando velha demais pra essas coisas?&amp;nbsp;Hoje tava conversando com um amigo e me peguei falando como a minha vó: ' Ah, essa juventude!' rsrs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; é uma banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Numa propaganda de refrigerantes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Penso que b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;em que eu poderia ser mais inconsequente às vezes. Acho que no fundo eu queria era gostar de um monte de coisas do tipo, vai ver eu levaria uma vida mais leve. Será? ABSOLUTAMENTE NÃO. Gosto de alguns medos que me livram de&amp;nbsp;um monte de coisa ruim e certas chatices minhas que me mostram que ainda tenho algum tipo de lucidez. Ou não? Bom, pra mim faz algum sentido sim. Não sei até quando ou se estou certa. Sou assim e só. Vou caminhando... [e alguns dias] cantando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Quero me encontrar, mas não sei onde estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem comigo procurar algum lugar mais calmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Longe dessa confusão e dessa gente que não se respeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho quase certeza que eu não sou daqui'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Carnaval...carnaval...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-1772433978258560232?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1772433978258560232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1772433978258560232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1772433978258560232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1772433978258560232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/bom-carnaval-pra-voces-ai-genteee.html' title='Bom carnaval pra vocês aí genteee!!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3tyA4LNT3I/AAAAAAAAANU/BTSsfqpWaJw/s72-c/84551172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-7454879969140869162</id><published>2010-02-11T02:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:01:46.548-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida verde'/><title type='text'>Mais um Feliz Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3OZJx1gcdI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkLFOSMP0y4/s1600-h/cartoes_72__0004_Agua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3OZJx1gcdI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkLFOSMP0y4/s400/cartoes_72__0004_Agua.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Inspiração:&lt;/span&gt; esse calor que está nos escaldando! rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Motivo&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a natureza está dando o troco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Dica:&lt;/span&gt; evite o desperdício, pense que o próximo verão será bem pior, pode ter certeza! [Então, faça sua parte.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ah! mas pode beber água! Olha a desidratação...&amp;nbsp;[isso serve pra mim, sou uma camela rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7557635083921329029-7454879969140869162?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/7454879969140869162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=7454879969140869162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7454879969140869162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7454879969140869162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-um-feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Mais um Feliz Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3OZJx1gcdI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkLFOSMP0y4/s72-c/cartoes_72__0004_Agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-687735144327730445</id><published>2010-02-10T02:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:39:42.311-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Como eu viajo...°°  rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3JGSQOUYiI/AAAAAAAAANE/y9M5qXs4j0g/s1600-h/85195112%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3JGSQOUYiI/AAAAAAAAANE/y9M5qXs4j0g/s320/85195112%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Do que sinto falta da viagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;°&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;companhia de todas as horas&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;°&amp;nbsp;da co&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ida caseira;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° do cuidado diário;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° das saladas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; frutas diferentes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;° do cheir&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;nho do café;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° do chorinho da bebê;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° dos filmes no colchão do chão da sala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;° do beijo de boa noite toda noite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° dos passeios;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° da novidade a cada dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° dos banhos de mangueira no terraço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° do dia mais longo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° do gosto do vick;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° das pessoas que conheci e outras que revi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° das&lt;/span&gt; his&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;órias que ouvi;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;° dos planos&lt;/span&gt; q&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e fiz;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;° da esperança &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; um feliz ano novo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;° de n&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-687735144327730445?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/687735144327730445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=687735144327730445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/687735144327730445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/687735144327730445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-eu-viajo-rs.html' title='Como eu viajo...°°  rs'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S3JGSQOUYiI/AAAAAAAAANE/y9M5qXs4j0g/s72-c/85195112%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-9195809999299720677</id><published>2010-02-06T15:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:07:12.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Sobre Viver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S22u19nG3AI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RO-a3_q7ebw/s1600-h/88467812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S22u19nG3AI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RO-a3_q7ebw/s320/88467812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso escrever. É uma questão de sobrevivência. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso escrever para que as palavras me deixem respirar. É como se as libertando, me libertasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso escrever para que o que tenho sentido não me asfixie. É como um escape [dos mais comportados].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso que as palavras ganhem corpo para que meu corpo resista a tanta falta de vontade. É como um alívio momentâneo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso escrever para não chorar. É como se as lágrimas se dissolvessem no papel. Só que hoje nem isso adiantou. Chorei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso escrever para desabafar. É como se as letras fossem um amigo a quem eu posso falar tudo e no fim da conversa, me sinto melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso hoje mais do que ontem. Amanhã, não sei. Aliás, não me pergunte sobre o futuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso escrever a loucura, a saudade, a solidão, o perdão, a incerteza, o medo, a angústia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;para aprender a&amp;nbsp;escrever&amp;nbsp;o [meu] &amp;nbsp;futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso aprender a escrever a minha história sozinha. A solidão nunca me ensinou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso que meu 'Pai' segure a minha mão e me ensine quais letras usar e que cores pintar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso escrever a mudança nas palavras, nos pensamentos, nas atitudes, nos sentimentos de hoje já que não posso mudar o passado. Ainda bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso de um novo coração. Ou melhor, preciso de novas razões para este velho coração acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso de paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso domesticar meus impulsos,&amp;nbsp; dar coragem aos meus medos, entender minhas loucuras, administar meu tempo, viver meus sonhos para sobreviver às rasteiras da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso de carinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso não precisar tanto assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Preciso aprender a aprender. Tantas coisas que eu acho que sei. Quanta pretensão! Tantas outras que preciso aprender. Quanta ignorância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só sei que preciso escrever. Mas preciso aprender primeiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivianne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;01/02/10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-9195809999299720677?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/9195809999299720677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=9195809999299720677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/9195809999299720677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/9195809999299720677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-viver.html' title='Sobre Viver.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S22u19nG3AI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RO-a3_q7ebw/s72-c/88467812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5121315092477131947</id><published>2010-02-05T04:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:29:37.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>Queriiia taanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2vIOuoliPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EhgmDrU09Q8/s1600-h/85492365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2vIOuoliPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EhgmDrU09Q8/s320/85492365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria saber viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria aprender logo de primeira [rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria estudar mais e me estressar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria a coragem dos super heróis e a beleza dos vilões [rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria saber dançar e dançar mesmo sem saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria ser revolucionária e ter conhecido o 'Che'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria enxergar melhor para poder consertar meus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria não ter tantas dúvidas e nem certezas cruéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria acreditar sem limites e&amp;nbsp;além das&amp;nbsp;circunstâncias. [Ah, sou tão humana, que droga!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria em alguns momentos sofrer menos,&amp;nbsp;sem precisar me&amp;nbsp;importar menos ou&amp;nbsp;amar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria distribuir mais sorrisos pro mundo e rir mais de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria ter um humor mais normal e uma vida mais anormal [Ai, tô com medo dos meus 'quereres' rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria poder voar e conversar com um anjo bom entre as nuvens, quem sabe ele me ensinasse a ser mais angelical. Mas depois queria voltar, claro&amp;nbsp;[rs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quem sabe aprenderia a viver melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Acho que os anjos não entendem de vida aqui, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria saber viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vivianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;19/01/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5121315092477131947?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5121315092477131947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5121315092477131947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5121315092477131947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5121315092477131947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/queriiia-taanto.html' title='Queriiia taanto...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2vIOuoliPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EhgmDrU09Q8/s72-c/85492365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2760258457399603545</id><published>2010-02-01T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:15:45.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2coPqlYauI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JBrpH8d3OUY/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2coPqlYauI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JBrpH8d3OUY/s320/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 anos&amp;nbsp;convivendo com a saudade&amp;nbsp;que sinto dela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;[30/01 de todos os anos].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2760258457399603545?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2760258457399603545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2760258457399603545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2760258457399603545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2760258457399603545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S2coPqlYauI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JBrpH8d3OUY/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4043193988955639413</id><published>2010-01-19T02:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:38:23.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Eu queria mesmo era não ver, não falar, não sentir e não pensar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1VDR-INifI/AAAAAAAAAMA/depEiSophXU/s1600-h/88459083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1VDR-INifI/AAAAAAAAAMA/depEiSophXU/s320/88459083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ato II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um tolo em acreditar que falar de amor é amar. &lt;em&gt;E já falei tanto que dizer o óbvio seria meu maior crime.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Você sempre me disse que minhas crenças não enxergavam meu passional sentir e eu, um crente incondicional, acreditei por anos nisso.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No fundo você estava certa de uma coisa, a vida segue e pedras existem por uma única razão. Nada é em vão. A mesma mão que me castiga, me afaga e rende louvores aos meus ditos. O ato empurrar que me jogou nesse abismo não me contou das agruras da decida ou nem quis falar das glórias e fracassos. Da imensidão e da miséria.&amp;nbsp;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu queria mesmo era não pensar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;E se hei de pensar, pensaria na volta, mas que volta se eu já voltei tantas vezes. O certo seria voltar a 10 anos, mas infelizmente fiquei preso nesta era. Numa era de poucos sonhos, e eu já fui tão sonhador. Numa era de destinos, embora eu nem acredite neles. Penei muito a acreditar que o que fazemos é por sonhos secretos que realizamos sem sentir. É acreditar que não existe pessoa certa ou errada. Existe sim: disposições equivocadas, desejos desalinhados e tempos verbais conjugados somente na 1ª pessoa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;É ter a certeza de que se nunca nos conhecêssemos, eu não terei que perder você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rodolfo Lima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Descobri um dos mais humanos poetas. São textos que podem ser tocados, ou melhor, as palavras dele me alcançam, me abraçam... posso sentí-las como se fossem minhas. Posso entendê-las, ou ao menos imaginá-las. Coloquei essa sensação em ítalico, comos se fossem minhas as palavras. Obrigada pelo empréstimo hoje. Elas me inspiram em noites assim. Ousei ocultar algumas partes, dogmas, assim entenda. &lt;a href="http://do-gmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;DOGMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;P.S.: Obrigada &lt;a href="http://ericasouza.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Érica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7557635083921329029-4043193988955639413?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4043193988955639413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4043193988955639413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4043193988955639413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4043193988955639413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-queria-mesmo-era-nao-ver-nao-falar.html' title='Eu queria mesmo era não ver, não falar, não sentir e não pensar.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1VDR-INifI/AAAAAAAAAMA/depEiSophXU/s72-c/88459083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-34250829426462151</id><published>2010-01-17T18:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:21:07.563-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi- COP10'/><title type='text'>2010: ANO DA BIODIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Bom gente, acabou a COP 15 [Convenção sobre o clima] e apesar do desfecho frustrante é preciso continuar. Quem disse que seria fácil? A luta em prol do ambiente é árdua, mas prazerosa para os que acreditam na causa. 2010 se inicia e, no lugar do desânimo gerado pelos resultados da COP 15, surge uma nova luta este ano, a COP 10 [Convenção das Nações Unidas sobre Diversidade Biológica], que aliás não tem nada de nova. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Uma batalha de cada vez...vamos lá! A WWF já anunciou a campanha, acompanhe a participe. Veja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Assembleia Geral da Organização das Nações Unidas (ONU) declarou que 2010 é o ano da biodiversidade. No atual contexto, em que um número crescente de espécies estão ameaçadas de extinção pela perda de habitat, pela caça e pelas mudanças climáticas, os esforços de conservação são cada vez mais urgentes e necessários. E o Brasil é o primeiro país em biodiversidade do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tema da biodiversidade ganha destaque no cenário internacional devido à décima Conferência das Partes da Convenção das Nações Unidas sobre Diversidade Biológica (COP-10/CDB), marcada para acontecer em Nagoya, Japão, em dezembro deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As expectativas em torno da décima edição da COP estão altas, porque durante a conferência será avaliada a execução do plano estratégico da CDB – ou seja, será discutido se o mundo conseguiu cumprir a meta de reduzir a perda de biodiversidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há muita expectativa também de que sejam tomadas decisões concretas sobre um tema até hoje pouco desenvolvido pelos países que integram a CDB: a repartição de benefícios provenientes da diversidade biológica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N7otxvGdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cc0EV-9KJmo/s1600-h/onca_23367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N7otxvGdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cc0EV-9KJmo/s320/onca_23367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A onça-pintada é um dos animais brasileiros ameaçados de extinção. No ano da biodiversidade, a proteção das espécies é prioridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Veja a lista completa dos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mma.gov.br/estruturas/179/_arquivos/179_05122008034002.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;animais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e das &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mma.gov.br/estruturas/179/_arquivos/179_05122008033615.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plantas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ameaçados de extinção no Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.wwf.org.br/?23700/2010-Ano-da-Biodiversidade"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;http://www.wwf.org.br/?23700/2010-Ano-da-Biodiversidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-34250829426462151?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/34250829426462151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=34250829426462151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/34250829426462151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/34250829426462151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-ano-da-biodiversidade.html' title='2010: ANO DA BIODIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N7otxvGdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cc0EV-9KJmo/s72-c/onca_23367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5224558740480631824</id><published>2010-01-17T17:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:21:19.215-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida verde'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melhor mensagem ecológica de ano novo que já vi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N32eCNuHI/AAAAAAAAALw/HsCYj_1gmkU/s1600-h/cartoes_72__0005_Mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N32eCNuHI/AAAAAAAAALw/HsCYj_1gmkU/s400/cartoes_72__0005_Mundo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles foram criados por Fábio Yabu e trazem dizeres ecológicos no lugar daquelas frases repetitivas... Pra quem quiser ver outros cartões tão significativos e lndinhos como este, veja no site do criativo autor&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.yabu.com.br/blog/2009/11/27/cartoes-de-natal-e-ano-novo-2010/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;http://www.yabu.com.br/blog/2009/11/27/cartoes-de-natal-e-ano-novo-2010/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou colocar, neste início de ano, alguns por aqui...adorei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5224558740480631824?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5224558740480631824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5224558740480631824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5224558740480631824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5224558740480631824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/melhor-mensagem-ecologica-de-ano-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1N32eCNuHI/AAAAAAAAALw/HsCYj_1gmkU/s72-c/cartoes_72__0005_Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4145118838976629152</id><published>2010-01-15T14:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:44:35.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meros devaneios tolos'/><title type='text'>A Verdade que liberta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1ClQlpB-fI/AAAAAAAAALY/Tj25bGRf-Ek/s1600-h/474643%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1ClQlpB-fI/AAAAAAAAALY/Tj25bGRf-Ek/s320/474643%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sentei para escrever como há muito não fazia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje fechei os olhos para orar como há muito não acontecia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São palavras não ditas. Planos não vividos. Sonhos amarrados numa realidade que nos faz perder-nos do lúdico, que nos faz embrutecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É mais que um sonho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós, que um dia queríamos mudar o mundo, fomos mudados por ele. Moldados por ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o trabalho que engessa. A&amp;nbsp;falta de tempo que assusta. A desesperança que destrói. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A alma quer, o corpo aceita.&amp;nbsp;O espírito não entende,&amp;nbsp;no entanto,&amp;nbsp;cala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentiras sinceras nos interessam, nos dizendo que um dia faremos, mas antes temos que... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditamos nas mentiras que inventamos por covardia de romper com o nosso estado de acomodação tão confortável... a nossa vida está tão encaixada nos padrões como se deve ser não é? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As mentiras impostas também são convincentes. Tudo que é convencionado pela sociedade: amém. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nós, que adorávamos ser especiais, únicos e revolucionários, nos tornamos iguais aos nossos iguais e por que não dizer piores que alguns tantos. Porque essa passa a ser a nossa Verdade: sabemos e não fazemos nada. Nos enganamos achando que somos melhores pelo simples fato de enxergarmos isso e só. Mais cegos que tantos, por não fazer nada em relação e esta Verdade que temos em nós, tão escondida quanto um tesouro tão precioso que não queremos dividir com mais ninguém. No entanto, sabemos o que se deve fazer ao encontar o tesouro mais precioso. E não fazemos. Não sabemos disso? De nada vale se não fazemos nada. Ele não perde o valor, nós perdemos. Então a Verdade vai sendo sufocada por tantas meniras sinceras e estas passam a nos interessar de verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sentei para escrever como há tempo não fazia. Me faz bem. Só isso não adianta nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje fechei os olhos para orar como há tempo não acontecia. Me fez bem. Só isso não muda nada se hoje mesmo não abrir os olhos e me levantar para fazer algo a respeito do que me inquieta, como há tempos não sentia. Antes que não sinta mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivianne Costa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/14/01/10/&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/7557635083921329029-4145118838976629152?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4145118838976629152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4145118838976629152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4145118838976629152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4145118838976629152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/verdade-que-liberta.html' title='A Verdade que liberta.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1ClQlpB-fI/AAAAAAAAALY/Tj25bGRf-Ek/s72-c/474643%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5740645262733251357</id><published>2010-01-15T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:18:07.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Tudo novo de novo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1Ci_mAXQNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qhLKdAO1JSY/s1600-h/2084093313_7d89a70c811%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1Ci_mAXQNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qhLKdAO1JSY/s320/2084093313_7d89a70c811%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Esse meu espaço está meio sem rumo agora. Queria falar sobre Copenhague e falei. Acabou, me decepcionei. Não sei ao certo que rumo tomar. Vou caminhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Queria falar sobre tantas coisas.&amp;nbsp;Queria saber usar bem as palavras, desenhá-las, encená-las no papel... que elas criassem vida. Queria ser poeta... ter esse dom especial e viver para escrever ou talvez o contrário. Só sei que algumas vezes sinto uma necessidade absurda de pegar um papel e deixar um pouco de vida lá, às vezes nem é a minha vida... mas me sinto viva assim. É como se as letras fossem as únicas que conseguissem me entender, me decifrar. Eu consigo ouví-las, conversar com elas. No entanto, nem sempre consigo escrever. Digo, escrever direito...metaforicamente... poeticamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cansei de tentar ser poeta. Faz muito tempo que tinha desistido de escrever, há pouco tempo encontrei uns rabiscos bem amadores datados de 2007. Aliás, foi um mês inteiro daquele ano apenas escrevendo e então deixei de fazê-lo.&amp;nbsp;Depois disso, senti vontade de rabiscar várias vezes, mas relutei. Não sei escrever direito. Ontem, aconteceu de novo, uma vontade incontrolável... quase uma questão de sobrevivência. Então fiz.. timidamente e sobrevivi a esta noite de tantos pensamento soltos.&amp;nbsp;Não preciso saber escrever belamente,&amp;nbsp; não sou poeta e nem preciso ser para&amp;nbsp;sentir ... e escrever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vou deixar aos poucos os textos que escrevi naquela época, conforme minha coragem for deixando e vou tentar escrever toda vez que essa vontade incontrolável que senti ontem aparecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apaguei algumas postagens de Copenhague, sobre notícias e decidi mudar de novo a cara deste lugarzinho aqui. Um dia me encontro rs.&amp;nbsp; Deixar de me limitar, viver e escrever. Talvez não nessa ordem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo novo de novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-5740645262733251357?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5740645262733251357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5740645262733251357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5740645262733251357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5740645262733251357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/tudo-novo-de-novo.html' title='Tudo novo de novo.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S1Ci_mAXQNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qhLKdAO1JSY/s72-c/2084093313_7d89a70c811%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2074769051009438946</id><published>2010-01-14T17:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:48:17.324-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'>Paz e amor ao meu amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Que os mais belos sonhos sejam realizados numa existência de feitos e cores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0959PrWVsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UJ9YjGMBTpY/s1600-h/88554763%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0959PrWVsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UJ9YjGMBTpY/s320/88554763%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;É tudo que tenho a te oferecer! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Com amor. Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEle, que dá a viiida, a paz e o amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2074769051009438946?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2074769051009438946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2074769051009438946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2074769051009438946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2074769051009438946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/felicidades.html' title='Paz e amor ao meu amor!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0959PrWVsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UJ9YjGMBTpY/s72-c/88554763%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2591754934365588719</id><published>2010-01-11T14:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:22:58.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>Uma porra mesmo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0th6bppWPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T4plF2tL6c4/s1600-h/ChargeCOP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0th6bppWPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T4plF2tL6c4/s400/ChargeCOP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não sinto nem vontade de falar sobre esse infeliz desfecho de &lt;strong&gt;Copenhague. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há os que dizem: "&lt;/em&gt;quem não sabia que seria assim?"; " Deus cuide de nós"&lt;em&gt; ou&lt;/em&gt; " o que será do futuro dos nosso filhos?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há os que, simplismente não se importam :&lt;/em&gt; "Cop o quê?" &lt;em&gt;ou os que desresponsabilizam a ação do homem disso tudo:&lt;/em&gt; " aquecimento global é &lt;strong&gt;exclusivamente &lt;/strong&gt;natural". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Há os que se calam de tão decepcionados. Ainda que não esperasse um desfecho milagroso ou heróico, ainda assim consegue se decepcionar. Há os que gritam: &lt;strong&gt;UMA PORRA MESMO!&lt;/strong&gt; [eu].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-2591754934365588719?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2591754934365588719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2591754934365588719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2591754934365588719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2591754934365588719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-porra-mesmo.html' title='Uma porra mesmo!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0th6bppWPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T4plF2tL6c4/s72-c/ChargeCOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-1813085475954209793</id><published>2010-01-08T12:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:42:27.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>De volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltei. Nem sabia que estava viajando? É, eu sou assim... por vezes meio 'inconsequente' e outras um tanto 'exagerada'. Foram 13 dias mais do que especiais... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Floripa... dias maravilhosos... a melhor companhia!! S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;obre sentimentos e experiências que ela me proporcionou, escrevo depois.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0dPt7VkCaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mTur3rPLxqk/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0dPt7VkCaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mTur3rPLxqk/s320/DSC02760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;“Um homem precisa viajar. Por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou TV. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu. Para um dia plantar as suas próprias árvores e dar-lhes valor. Conhecer o frio para desfrutar o calor. E o oposto. Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto. Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos, e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser. Que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/Amyr Klink/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-1813085475954209793?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/1813085475954209793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=1813085475954209793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1813085475954209793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/1813085475954209793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-volta.html' title='De volta.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S0dPt7VkCaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mTur3rPLxqk/s72-c/DSC02760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2694753234910320239</id><published>2009-12-20T16:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:47:59.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Sy59vF96_6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ldkgm2_D8qs/s1600-h/1878963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Sy59vF96_6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ldkgm2_D8qs/s320/1878963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Nem sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7557635083921329029-2694753234910320239?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2694753234910320239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2694753234910320239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2694753234910320239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2694753234910320239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/nem-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Sy59vF96_6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ldkgm2_D8qs/s72-c/1878963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-7196650740161256320</id><published>2009-12-18T01:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:49:12.536-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>De acordo??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Acordo "pouco ambicioso" pode está próximo em Copenhague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syr9wtPsYmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y5XZNdWF6To/s1600-h/78308141%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syr9wtPsYmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y5XZNdWF6To/s320/78308141%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A reunião dos líderes Cúpula da ONU sobre a Mudança Climática (Cop-15) na capital dinamarquesa terminou por volta das 2h de sexta-feira (23h em Brasília). De acordo com o ministro do Meio Ambiente, Carlos Minc,&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"há uma base de acordo político"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; para ser debatida e aprovada amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt; Os 32 países reunidos teriam chegado a um acordo sobre reduzir as emissões de gases de efeito estufa em 80% até 2050, para as economias desenvolvidas. A média de reduções no período, incluindo os países em desenvolvimento, deve ser de 50%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Também um acordo sobre o &lt;strong&gt;limite máximo do aumento da temperatura da Terra&lt;/strong&gt; teria sido atingido. Os líderes concordaram de que todos os esforços devem ser feitos para que &lt;strong&gt;não se ultrapasse os 2ºC até o final deste século.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sobre o &lt;strong&gt;financiamento das ações de médio prazo&lt;/strong&gt;, haveria um acerto de até &lt;strong&gt;US$ 50 bilhões a partir de 2015, por ano, e de US$ 100 bilhões a partir de 2020. &lt;/strong&gt;De cordo com Minc, a secretária de Estado dos Estados Unidos, Hillary Clinton, teria participado do encontro promovido de última hora pelos presidentes Lula e Nicolas Sarkozy. Um membro da delegação argelina afirmou inclusive que os países estariam dispostos a assinar um acordo legalmente vinculante. Os presidentes deixaram o Bella Center sem falar com a imprensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Entretanto, ainda que se chegue a um acordo, ele não deverá ser ambicioso o suficiente para manter a temperatura da Terra abaixo dos 2ºC, como recomenda o Painel Intergovernamental para Mudanças Climáticas (IPCC, na sigla em inglês), segundo um documento vazado para a imprensa nesta quinta-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/cupuladoclimacopenhague/noticias/0,,OI4164276-EI14539,00-Acordo+pouco+ambicioso+pode+estar+proximo+em+Copenhague.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/cupuladoclimacopenhague/noticias/0,,OI4164276-EI14539,00-Acordo+pouco+ambicioso+pode+estar+proximo+em+Copenhague.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém está de acordo????&lt;/strong&gt; Me diz quem não sabia que tudo estava caminhando para esse &lt;strong&gt;"acordo"&amp;nbsp;que está completamente em desacordo com o ambiente!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Esse desenvolvimento insustentável está dando as diretrizes do acordo, como se esperava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Amanhã esse acordo será revelado ao mundo, que espera apreensivo. Um documento [que é uma prévia do acordo] 'vazou' hoje para a imprensa e não&amp;nbsp;se tem&amp;nbsp;notícias nada animadoras. O documento provocou fortes reações entre ativistas presentes à reunião do clima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom. mas para não terminar esta noite [assim como esta postagem] totalmente sem esperança. Eis uma frase que recebi no meu e-mail da Avaaz ontem:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Copenhague busca o maior mandato da história para deter a maior ameaça que a humanidade já enfrentou. A história será escrita nos próximos dias. Como nossos filhos vão se lembrar deste momento? Vamos lhes dizer que fizemos tudo o que podíamos .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quem ainda não acessou e assinou, assine&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/po/save_copenhagen"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/po/save_copenhagen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Boa noite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Eu disse boa noite? É né, fazer o quê? Há quem consiga durmir sossegado e há ainda os que estão fazendo filhos [em uma noite como essa rs]. &lt;strong&gt;Para viver&amp;nbsp;em qual&amp;nbsp;planeta daqui a 50 anos?&lt;/strong&gt; Se realmente for fechado esse "desacordo" sobre o clima,&amp;nbsp;amanhã deveria ter uma manifestação de greve: dia mundial de não se fazer filhos. Em protesto! De qualquer forma seria&amp;nbsp;só mais um de tantos protestos... estou tão desanimada :(&amp;nbsp;Mas ainda assim: eu protesto!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Aiaiai... não estou muito normalzinha hoje não. De qualquer forma precisamos fazer algo urgente pelo planeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; eu ainda quero ter filhos também! [rs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-7196650740161256320?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/7196650740161256320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=7196650740161256320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7196650740161256320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7196650740161256320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-acordo.html' title='De acordo??'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syr9wtPsYmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y5XZNdWF6To/s72-c/78308141%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4729471162545410716</id><published>2009-12-17T16:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:28:24.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Entende?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Lendo o blog do Jack, sempre me deleito na forma simples e sensata que ele trata a vida. Hoje, eu gostaria de entender algumas coisas e isso não significa necessariamente aceitar. Mas aí, consigo entender que não preciso entender tudo, além do mais,&amp;nbsp;tem certas coisas que nunca vou conseguir entender. Vivendo e entendendo [ou não] ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A questão do entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Às vezes fico pensando por que é tão difícil para nós, aceitarmos algo que não entendemos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhe como é curiosa essa questão do entendimento das coisas. Parece que todo mundo tem sempre que entender tudo, para que algo seja legítimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pior é que, agindo dessa forma, acabamos cometendo a maior estupidez que o homem pode cometer: limitar o mundo ao tamanho da nossa cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O grande fascínio do mundo é exatamente sua grandiosidade. E, em função disso, algumas coisas estarem além da nossa compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é justamente isso que permite a busca pelo novo. O aprendizado. E o crescimento!" / &lt;a href="http://www.jackbianchi.com.br/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Jack Bianchi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syp_ZOQn7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CwPidzMBnew/s1600-h/88879046%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syp_ZOQn7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CwPidzMBnew/s400/88879046%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ei mãe, e por mais que a gente cresça, tem sempre alguma coisa que a gente não consegue entender... &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7557635083921329029-4729471162545410716?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4729471162545410716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4729471162545410716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4729471162545410716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4729471162545410716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/entende.html' title='Entende?'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Syp_ZOQn7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CwPidzMBnew/s72-c/88879046%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-40594748375495453</id><published>2009-12-17T03:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:49:30.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>Protestos e prisões do lado de fora de Copenhague!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que não falta em Copenhague e, nem mesmo, dentro do Bella Center, onde acontece a COP15, são &lt;strong&gt;manifestações da sociedade civil, comandadas por ONGs&lt;/strong&gt; com as causas mais inusitadas. Com diferentes graus de sofisticação e criatividade, todos os dias, algumas delas estão pelos corredores gritando por justiça climática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dinamarqueses parecem bem intolerantes a qualquer coisa que saia das regras sociais claras e rígidas.&lt;/strong&gt; No último final de semana, &lt;strong&gt;500 ONGs de mais de 160 países&lt;/strong&gt; se reuniram em frente ao parlamento dinamarquês para fazer pressão sobre os líderes políticos e exigir um acordo decente. 100 mil pessoas compareceram e a multidão marchou até o Bella Center com milhares de faixas e cartazes. Neste dia, teve-se notícia de que &lt;strong&gt;mais de 600 manifestantes foram presas&lt;/strong&gt; por entrar em confronto com a polícia. Também corre o boato de que &lt;strong&gt;mais de 200 pessoas tenham sido deportadas desde o início desta COP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynFI03HuCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/90b30o0iYV0/s1600-h/getCAQ237S7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynFI03HuCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/90b30o0iYV0/s200/getCAQ237S7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do lado de fora do Bella Center, a polícia entrou em confronto com manifestantes que ultrapassaram barricadas para tentar entrar no centro de convenções. A polícia deteve pelo menos 260 manifestantes nos choques. Frustrados com a falta de progresso do encontro, que já dura mais de uma semana, os manifestantes exigiam medidas mais duras contra o aquecimento global. Milhares de policiais cercaram o Bella Center, onde a cúpula acontece até o dia 18, para impedir o acesso dos ativistas, em uma ação que reuniu mais de 2,5 mil manifestantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por questões de segurança, líderes de Estado e governo podem optar por não comparecer ao Bella Center, o&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;que&lt;strong&gt; atrasou as negociações do clima por hoje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;a href="http://super.abril.com.br/blogs/planeta/index1.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;http://super.abril.com.br/blogs/planeta/index1.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/conferenciaclimatica/2009/12/16/protestos+e+divergencias+bloqueiam+acordo+em+copenhague+9238946.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/conferenciaclimatica/2009/12/16/protestos+e+divergencias+bloqueiam+acordo+em+copenhague+9238946.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;[com adaptações]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nooossa!! São tantas manifestações, algumas agressivas sim, outras inofencivas, mas todas tão emocionates. Separei algumas fotos tão lindas, as que eu achei mais criativas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynIh9DGDwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lq-RfrPRFd8/s1600-h/nariz-palhaco-abraco-copenhague-hg-20091216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynIh9DGDwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lq-RfrPRFd8/s320/nariz-palhaco-abraco-copenhague-hg-20091216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ambientalista adere ao clichê do nariz de palhaço e abraça policial durante protesto em Copenhague] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynJr0nUOLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EU13grU3cug/s1600-h/7830753108750-g-20091207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynJr0nUOLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EU13grU3cug/s320/7830753108750-g-20091207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ativistas do WWF também se manifestam em frente à Conferência das Nações Unidas sobre Mudança Climática]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynKPr2b72I/AAAAAAAAAIA/VvxjPTH7Mdk/s1600-h/copenhague3-g-20091212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynKPr2b72I/AAAAAAAAAIA/VvxjPTH7Mdk/s320/copenhague3-g-20091212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Manifestantes se vestem de móleculas de dióxido de carbono, em Berlim, na Alemanha, em protesto contra aumento da poluição]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynIPRCMYMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FaYNNs2twRQ/s1600-h/musa1-g-20091214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynIPRCMYMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FaYNNs2twRQ/s320/musa1-g-20091214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ativista usa roupa de urso polar enquanto se prepara para a manifestação "Salve também os seres humanos" no centro de Copenhague]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynKzDHTXXI/AAAAAAAAAII/acUDs8caIOo/s1600-h/copenhague5-g-20091212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynKzDHTXXI/AAAAAAAAAII/acUDs8caIOo/s320/copenhague5-g-20091212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Mulher participa de marcha organizada por ONGs contra mudanças climáticas, em Nova Delhi, na Índia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynLb1ug9II/AAAAAAAAAIg/meSWS-XPQYw/s1600-h/copenhague1-g-20091212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynLb1ug9II/AAAAAAAAAIg/meSWS-XPQYw/s320/copenhague1-g-20091212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Uma réplica da Estátua da Liberdade, chamada por ativistas de "liberdade para poluir", foi colocada próxima a fábricas, na cidade de Copenhague, onde ocorre a Conferência sobre o clima da ONU]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynMFuABLfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/32u9goqFVyw/s1600-h/copenhague8-g-20091212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynMFuABLfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/32u9goqFVyw/s320/copenhague8-g-20091212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ativista do Greenpeace se disfarça de urso polar e posa junto a uma estátua de Bruce Lee, em Hong Kong, na China, durante protesto do Dia da Ação Global]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynNmud--hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Y_p-lOZGmPA/s1600-h/getCAQX11KV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynNmud--hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Y_p-lOZGmPA/s320/getCAQX11KV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[A "Morte", um dos quatro cavaleiros do Apocalipse, participou de protesto do Greenpeace na Praça do Parlamento, em Copenhague]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynO7lDoMcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/emueUT2mYHs/s1600-h/getn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynO7lDoMcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/emueUT2mYHs/s320/getn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Ativistas se fantasiaram de palhaço para protestar contra a falta de ações concretas contra o aquecimento]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynPepXahcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/k_b3qNqjk-Y/s1600-h/copenhague10-g-20091212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynPepXahcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/k_b3qNqjk-Y/s320/copenhague10-g-20091212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Imagem de um pinguim que indica o caminho para a Conferência de Copenhague, projetada sobre um iceberg, na Groelândia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynLADXGE3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pEAVy2gLWNE/s1600-h/copenhagen3-g-20091208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynLADXGE3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pEAVy2gLWNE/s320/copenhagen3-g-20091208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em protesto contra acordos que não dão em nada, ativistas de ONGs caem no chão e se fingem de mortos enquanto outros seguram placas que dizem: “Acordos reais salvam vidas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de tantas fotos tão reais, tão vivas, é inevitável a pergunta: &lt;strong&gt;Mas será que tudo isso pode gerar um resultado real ao final da COP15?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, eu acredito que pelo simples fato de se mobilizar pela causa, de acreditar que algo pode mudar, de sair do sofá e ir paras as ruas gritar, de deixar de acompanhar pela tv e ser participante ativo do processo... já valeu! No entanto, há quem não acredite. Eu acredito e sei que eu posso fazer algo, assim como acredito que preciso de ajuda para isso. Enquanto isso, faço o que posso [no entanto, sei que posso bem mais!] e vou admirando os que têm feito o que eu queria fazer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu gostei muito do que Arnold Schwarzenegger disse, ontem, na conferência: &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;"as mudanças começam com as pessoas e só depois, quando elas estão fortalecidas, é que os governos respondem a isso. Não ficaremos esperando por eles."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Só sei que eu... eu...ah! como eu queria estar lá em Copenhague...seria presa e ainda assim estaria feliz da vida como essa moça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynHxqcNiUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/q-P7Ty4o700/s1600-h/musa2-g-20091214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynHxqcNiUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/q-P7Ty4o700/s320/musa2-g-20091214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Presa no fim de semana, uma manifestante chamou atenção por sorrir aos fotógrafos]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos cheios de devaneios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, ia esquecendo...aí estão as fonte das fotos&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;http://noticias.r7.com/tecnologia-e-ciencia/fotos/&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/cupuladoclimacopenhague/ultimasfotos/0,,EI14539,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/cupuladoclimacopenhague/ultimasfotos/0,,EI14539,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-40594748375495453?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/40594748375495453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=40594748375495453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/40594748375495453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/40594748375495453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/protestos-e-prisoes-do-lado-de-fora-de.html' title='Protestos e prisões do lado de fora de Copenhague!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SynFI03HuCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/90b30o0iYV0/s72-c/getCAQ237S7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-6773341054192507567</id><published>2009-12-17T01:25:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:16:37.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>Caos dentro de Copenhague!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A três dias do fim, cúpula vê acordo cada vez mais distante...&amp;nbsp; : /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As principais ONGs credenciadas pela ONU para o evento disseram hoje que as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;negociações estão “em crise”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas coube ao representante da ilha Tuvalu, no oceano Pacífico [os países mais ameaçados de desaparecer se continuar a haver aumento do nível do mar provocado pelo aquecimento global.], ilustrar a atual situação do evento. Ian Fry criticou o rumo das negociações. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Temo que estamos todos nós a bordo do Titanic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Symq4EiK_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g2UEVy8-3Eo/s1600-h/Connie-Hedegaard-Lars-Loekke-copenhague-hg-20091215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Symq4EiK_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g2UEVy8-3Eo/s200/Connie-Hedegaard-Lars-Loekke-copenhague-hg-20091215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Além disso,&amp;nbsp;a presidente da Convenção das Nações Unidas sobre Mudança Climática, Connie Hedegaard, renunciou ao cargo e vai ser substituída pelo primeiro-ministro da Dinamarca, Lars Loekke Rasmussen, como chefe das negociações. Nos bastidores do evento, ela foi criticada por supostamente favorecer os países ricos nas negociações. Hedegaard, que é ministra na Dinamarca, disse que vai continuar negociando de maneira informal na convenção. A mudança foi anunciada nesta quarta-feira (16), a três dias do fim da conferência – as negociações têm avançado em um ritmo bastante lento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os negociadores na Conferência das Nações Unidas sobre Mudanças Climáticas, em Copenhague, começam a sentir a &lt;strong&gt;pressão do relógio&lt;/strong&gt;, uma vez que eles ainda têm dificuldades para resolver muitas das questões em aberto antes do encontro dos líderes mundiais, como presidentes e chefes de Estado, marcado para sexta-feira (18). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O próprio &lt;strong&gt;primeiro-ministro britânico, Gordon Brown&lt;/strong&gt;, reconheceu que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;será muito difícil alcançar um acordo para lutar contra o aquecimento global.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa pressão está estampada no rosto dos 'delegados' da cúpula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SymwTfbm2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jrPvCr9Y0l0/s1600-h/getCAZ2HWJI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SymwTfbm2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jrPvCr9Y0l0/s320/getCAZ2HWJI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delegado dinamarquês durante o 10º dia de debates sobre o clima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A convenção está agora em seu momento decisivo&lt;/strong&gt;, com a &lt;strong&gt;chegada de chefes de Estado e de governo&lt;/strong&gt;, incluindo o presidente Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva. &lt;strong&gt;Cabe a eles assinar ou não um acordo como objetivo evitar o aquecimento global.&lt;/strong&gt; Mas as negociações estão &lt;strong&gt;praticamente paralisadas hoje&lt;/strong&gt; e sem indícios de avanços para que os países tracem um plano comum para reduzir as emissões de CO2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: Adaptado de vários artigos encontrados em:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.r7.com/tecnologia-e-ciencia/noticias/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;http://noticias.r7.com/tecnologia-e-ciencia/noticias/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Gente, só essa foto aí em cima, resume o que eu e praticamente todo [o] mundo está achando de Copenhague: um misto de desespero, desesperança, cansaço... em meio a tantas reuniões e discussões que não chegam a lugar nenhum além destas salas de reuniões. Bom, talvez essa seja a única conclusão que se chega: não se chega a conclusão nenhuma. &lt;strong&gt;A inoperança disso tudo é aparente e o descaso de muitos é evidente. &lt;/strong&gt;No entanto, tinham que estar lá, mesmo que só para constar presença... para 'ficar bem na foto' [nem todos rs]... sem se comprometer... mas precisavam estar lá, os presidentes, chefes de estado, ministros e principalmente &lt;strong&gt;aspirantes&amp;nbsp;à presidência&lt;/strong&gt; [não podia deixar isso passar sem comentar rs].&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Qaw1HVj11Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Qaw1HVj11Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hã?&amp;nbsp; É o quê?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'Num intendi o que ela falou!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;@&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-6773341054192507567?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/6773341054192507567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=6773341054192507567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/6773341054192507567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/6773341054192507567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/caos-dentro-de-copenhague.html' title='Caos dentro de Copenhague!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/Symq4EiK_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g2UEVy8-3Eo/s72-c/Connie-Hedegaard-Lars-Loekke-copenhague-hg-20091215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-5013228023792393404</id><published>2009-12-16T00:56:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:24:25.137-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Amor. Isso sim tem força.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi&amp;nbsp;uma propaganda tão lindinha. Nem sei de que é [rs], tá numa revista aqui perto do pc, só sei que fez bem pra mim [especialmente hoje]. Diz assim:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;GOSTAR NÃO É O BASTANTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;GOSTAR é como diluir o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Gostar é medíocre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Gostar é a falta de emoção dos contentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Atletas não se sacrificam por gostar do esporte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Artistas não sofrem por gostar da arte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Não existe uma camiseta dizendo I like nature!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;[adaptação minha rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E o que Romeu sentia por Julieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;era bem mais do que gostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;AMOR. Isso sim tem força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O amor tem o poder de mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Subverter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Conquistar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O amor está na raiz de tudo de bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;que já aconteceu e vai acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7557635083921329029-5013228023792393404?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/5013228023792393404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=5013228023792393404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5013228023792393404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/5013228023792393404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/vi-uma-propaganda-tao-lindinha.html' title='Amor. Isso sim tem força.'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4012530422900761989</id><published>2009-12-14T11:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:03:10.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem viva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyZQY9YJxII/AAAAAAAAAGU/F296h2mtWio/s1600-h/1172377130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyZQY9YJxII/AAAAAAAAAGU/F296h2mtWio/s400/1172377130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Vida repensada, noite de insônia, manhã cansada." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4012530422900761989?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4012530422900761989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4012530422900761989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4012530422900761989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4012530422900761989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyZQY9YJxII/AAAAAAAAAGU/F296h2mtWio/s72-c/1172377130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-7554739516725193190</id><published>2009-12-13T22:34:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:47:27.033-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>O descaso que condena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; É a verdade o que &lt;em&gt;assombra&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O &lt;em&gt;descaso&lt;/em&gt; que condena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A estupidez, o que &lt;em&gt;destrói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu &lt;em&gt;vejo&lt;/em&gt; tudo que se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E o que não existe mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho os sentidos já &lt;em&gt;dormentes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O corpo quer, a alma entende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta é a terra-de-ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sei que devo resistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu quero a espada em minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyWUpNSoVpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qvmyVvLxgCw/s320/88555988%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me entrego sem &lt;em&gt;lutar&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho, &lt;em&gt;ainda&lt;/em&gt;, coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não aprendi a me render&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que caia o inimigo então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo passa, tudo passará...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E até lá, vamos&lt;em&gt; viver&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temos muito ainda por fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não olhe pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas começamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O mundo começa agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Apenas começamos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;[Metal contra as nuvens/Renato Russo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-7554739516725193190?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/7554739516725193190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=7554739516725193190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7554739516725193190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7554739516725193190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-verdade-o-que-assombra-o-descaso-que.html' title='O descaso que condena...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyWUpNSoVpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qvmyVvLxgCw/s72-c/88555988%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-4561637362040869481</id><published>2009-12-12T14:57:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:18:57.683-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>Hopenhagen: ESPERANÇA em Copenhague!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyPV2ltVkeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N0YuH1187zI/s1600-h/hopenhagen-campaign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyPV2ltVkeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N0YuH1187zI/s320/hopenhagen-campaign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ontem mesmo&amp;nbsp;eu estava tão pessimista quanto a concretude de Copenhague. Hoje me deparo com a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ESPERANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;em um site de notícias. Foi tão inspirador! Isso explica minhas postagens [contradizendo &lt;a href="http://viidadavivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/diiiias.html"&gt;o que disse ontem&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Achei incrível isso! Encontrei pessoas 'comuns' como eu e você que acreditam, que têm fé, que vêem além das circunstâncias, que acreditam que as palavras possam criar mudanças concretas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejam só a campanha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A esperança acaba de entrar na campanha criada pela Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather para o movimento &lt;strong&gt;Hopenhagen,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nome que remete à esperança (Hope em inglês) e faz uma analogia à cidade Copenhague&lt;/strong&gt;, que está sediando a Conferência das Nações Unidas sobre Mudanças Climáticas (COP-15). &lt;strong&gt;O objetivo é estimular as pessoas a postar frases de esperança no site e ainda espalhar mensagens pelas redes sociais.&lt;/strong&gt; A idéia é que cidadãos de todo mundo expressem para seus governantes e outros líderes mundiais o que lhes dá &lt;strong&gt;esperança por um mundo melhor,&lt;/strong&gt; criando uma situação para se decidir coletivamente o futuro do clima no planeta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O site é em inglês [tive um trabalhão rsrs]. Não entendi um monte de coisa, mas a essência captei!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acesse&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopenhagen.org/home/map"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;http://www.hopenhagen.org/home/map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e divulgue essa mensagem de &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-4561637362040869481?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/4561637362040869481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=4561637362040869481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4561637362040869481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/4561637362040869481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopenhagen-esperanca-em-copenhague.html' title='Hopenhagen: ESPERANÇA em Copenhague!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyPV2ltVkeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N0YuH1187zI/s72-c/hopenhagen-campaign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-7671335920268992698</id><published>2009-12-12T01:11:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:46:11.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'>Diiiias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria escrever sobre tantas coisas, principalmente sobre &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copenhague.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Estou acompanhando todos os dias o andamento das coisas por lá [se é que andam!]. Espero sinceramente que não seja só um povo com um &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;'palavriado cortês'&lt;/span&gt;, como já aconteceu antes em outras reuniões destas pelo mundo afora, em que as &lt;strong&gt;palavras foram encobertas pelos gases poluentes do ar&lt;/strong&gt;! Vamos ver como é que andam as coisas pra ver como é que fica. Espero que estejam acompanhando, afinal é &lt;strong&gt;o interesse de todo [o] mundo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser mais otimista, mas tá difícil, ninguém quer submeter o bolso!!!! [Cof cof ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyMYwip1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ugAJZ9p9P5I/s1600-h/82989767%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyMYwip1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ugAJZ9p9P5I/s320/82989767%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria postar as notícias e tal, mas eu tou tão ocupada estes dias. Aliás, faz quase um mês que não tenho folga [com exceção de terça, feriado que inclusive foi aniversário de papai -&amp;gt; oásis pro meu cansaço]. Mas foi tão rápido e na verdade, estou tão &lt;strong&gt;cansadaaaaaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt; Acho que apartir de segunda estarei com mais tempo livre, então... vou durmir que amanhã trabalho. Só passei pra dar essa palavrinha.... gosto daqui! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Inté... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-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/7557635083921329029-7671335920268992698?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/7671335920268992698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=7671335920268992698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7671335920268992698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/7671335920268992698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/diiiias.html' title='Diiiias...'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SyMYwip1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ugAJZ9p9P5I/s72-c/82989767%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-870932397303742451</id><published>2009-12-04T03:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:21:44.649-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidadevivi'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Meu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tive algumas&amp;nbsp;surpresas boas e outras nem tão boas assim. Aniversário se faz só uma vez por ano e você nunca consegue programar. Isso porque aniversário não se faz sozinho, se faz com vários braços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aniversário é isso. Abraços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxijlGgFoII/AAAAAAAAAD0/e14VRJMuPmg/s1600-h/91102570%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxijlGgFoII/AAAAAAAAAD0/e14VRJMuPmg/s400/91102570%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei com um pesadelo. No travesseiro, meu primeiro abraço. Abraços. Dei abraços queridos. Abraços de todos os anos. Ganhei novos abraços. Fui buscar o abraço que não podia vir me abraçar. Telefonemas, que de tão aconchegantes, foram um abraço apertado. Palavras que abraçaram a alma. Abraço com cheiro familiar. Abraço que tenho sempre, mas que hoje ficou melhor. Abraço atrapalhado. Abraço que tava com saudade. Abraço com beijo acompanhado. Abraço cheiroso. Abraço de feliz aniversário. Abraço que poderia ser mais apertado. Abraço que não troco por nenhum outro. Abraço que quase me arrancou uma lágrima [e nem foi apertado rs]. Abraço emocionado. Abraço falado. Abraço que queria muito ter dado. Abraço que nunca vou esquecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Enfim, &amp;nbsp;agradeço a todos os braços e a todos os corações que parecem que criam braços e acariam o meu. AmooOoo vcs! OBRIGADA por terem me abraçado neste dia também e em tantos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada meu Pai&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;nbsp;por mais um ano de vida e por me dar sempre o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;melhor abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557635083921329029-870932397303742451?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/870932397303742451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=870932397303742451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/870932397303742451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/870932397303742451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!!!!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxijlGgFoII/AAAAAAAAAD0/e14VRJMuPmg/s72-c/91102570%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-3691963677470124110</id><published>2009-12-04T02:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:44:45.429-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidalouca'/><title type='text'>Sei lá... sei lá... só sei que ela está com a razão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nem bem comecei essa história de blog e já abusei da cara dele. Já mudei tudo [tava muito colorido...sei lá]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hum.... comecei e nem falei nada daquilo que as pessoas costumam falar, justificar motivos e objetivos. Não os tenho mesmo rs. Gosto de escrever. Só isso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na verdade, faz um tempinho que queria um motivo. Então achei: &lt;strong&gt;meu aniversário.&lt;/strong&gt; Me dei de presente um espaço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&amp;nbsp;pra deixar minhas 'loucuras' mais livres,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;....algumas opiniões mais públicas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...compartilhar algumas idéias [e ideais]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ....falar besteira [pra variar um pouco]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ....e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e... no caminho descubro mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;Disse que não ia me justificar?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso é um pouco estranho. Estou falando com quem hein? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxibCN3Kh3I/AAAAAAAAADs/huw7yn-ahdE/s1600-h/85745182%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxibCN3Kh3I/AAAAAAAAADs/huw7yn-ahdE/s400/85745182%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7557635083921329029-3691963677470124110?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/3691963677470124110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=3691963677470124110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3691963677470124110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/3691963677470124110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/sei-la-sei-la-so-sei-que-ela-esta-com.html' title='Sei lá... sei lá... só sei que ela está com a razão!'/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxibCN3Kh3I/AAAAAAAAADs/huw7yn-ahdE/s72-c/85745182%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557635083921329029.post-2714016439532810723</id><published>2009-12-02T03:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:20:10.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biolovivi - COP15'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxYK1Mx-jJI/AAAAAAAAADA/S0LJ4U6pYvA/s1600-h/logo_tic_tac_web_2_25383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxYK1Mx-jJI/AAAAAAAAADA/S0LJ4U6pYvA/s320/logo_tic_tac_web_2_25383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;CAMPANHA TIC TAC TIC TAC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A Campanha TicTacTicTac é uma mobilização mundial para &lt;strong&gt;reforçar a importância e a urgência de combater as mudanças climáticas e seus efeitos.&lt;/strong&gt; A iniciativa reúne pessoas físicas e jurídicas, ONGs e grupos sociais, religiosos, profissionais e empresariais que reivindicam um acordo ambicioso, justo e comprometido na 15ª Conferência das Partes (COP-15) da Convenção-Quadro das Nações Unidas sobre Mudanças Climáticas, que reunirá os governos mundiais de &lt;strong&gt;7 a 19 de dezembro de 2009, em Copenhague, na Dinamarca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Para garantir a mobilização em todo o país, a Campanha está recolhendo assinaturas. A participação pode ser feita online através do site www.tictactictac.org.br. Todas as assinaturas são incluídas no banco de dados mundial, que já ultrapassou 10 milhões de integrantes. No Brasil já foram colhidas 170 mil assinaturas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A campanha enfatiza que &lt;strong&gt;em Copenhague não se espera uma solução para todos os problemas,&lt;/strong&gt; em todos os detalhes. &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Isso é um trabalho de anos, com muitos pontos a serem resolvidos técnica, econômica e politicamente. O que não podemos perder é a ocasião de definirmos bases firmes - justas, ambiciosas e comprometidas - sobre as quais empresas, políticos, cientistas e a sociedade possam trabalhar nos próximos anos”&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; comenta Aron Belinky, coordenador executivo da campanha no Brasil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lançada no primeiro semestre de 2009, a Campanha TicTacTicTac é conduzida por um grupo composto por entidades sociais e ambientais de renome no Brasil e no exterior: Avaaz, Greenpeace, Idec, Inesc, Oxfam, Vitae Civilis e WWF-BR. É respaldada também por um Conselho Consultivo múltiplo, formado por personalidades e organizações brasileiras, como os institutos Ethos e Akatu, o Fórum Brasileiro de ONGs e Movimentos Sociais para o Meio Ambiente e o Desenvolvimento (FBOMS), o Movimento dos Trabalhadores Rurais Sem Terra (MST), a Comissão das Pastorais Sociais da CNBB etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para fazer parte, acesse: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tictactictac.org.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.tictactictac.org.br/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e assine!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7557635083921329029-2714016439532810723?l=biolovivi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/feeds/2714016439532810723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557635083921329029&amp;postID=2714016439532810723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2714016439532810723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557635083921329029/posts/default/2714016439532810723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biolovivi.blogspot.com/2009/12/campanha-tic-tac-tic-tac-campanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Viiiii...xi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03345627209668236969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/S8ONVKxe_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CBgp_mjxtxo/S220/hippie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgvW8rJew6M/SxYK1Mx-jJI/AAAAAAAAADA/S0LJ4U6pYvA/s72-c/logo_tic_tac_web_2_25383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
