<?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-3289115926464495633</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:59:58.348-02:00</updated><category term='Começo'/><title type='text'>ArlequiNay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-2880857654111102348</id><published>2011-08-30T11:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:21:48.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"De Lua"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhhwv2qlw4/Tlz8d2R1vLI/AAAAAAAABFQ/boVzfn1ACqg/s1600/300373_10150281343219774_703049773_7514414_7506207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646665622532504754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhhwv2qlw4/Tlz8d2R1vLI/AAAAAAAABFQ/boVzfn1ACqg/s200/300373_10150281343219774_703049773_7514414_7506207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pessoas me dizem: "Você é de Lua"...&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja: Voce tem o humor muito variável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que quem é de Lua possui alguma coisa faltando...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me faço a pergunta: vc já tentou ver o que vc queria e não tem?&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto o quero ter e não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem também que o bom de ser de lua é que vc vem com um pacote infinito de personalidades, o que para alguns é interessante... Para alguns...&lt;br /&gt;Assumo ser mutável, mas ainda luto para não ser instável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim. Confesso. Sou de Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim confesso. Num diagrama bobo de Terra, Lua e Sol... Sou de Lua, acompanhada da existência do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Onde o regente desse universo é Deus.&lt;br /&gt;E me indago em preces pertinentes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Deus, acabe com esse ciclo irritante e me liberte, por favor."&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;“Deus, me sustente em seu universo eternamente, pois sozinho não me sustento..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria essa liberdade?&lt;br /&gt;Ou&lt;br /&gt;Que sentido tem essa eternidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;\o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-2880857654111102348?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/2880857654111102348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=2880857654111102348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/2880857654111102348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/2880857654111102348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2011/08/algumas-pessoas-viram-pra-mim-e-dizem.html' title='&quot;De Lua&quot;'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhhwv2qlw4/Tlz8d2R1vLI/AAAAAAAABFQ/boVzfn1ACqg/s72-c/300373_10150281343219774_703049773_7514414_7506207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4917114704202594703</id><published>2011-07-27T12:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:37:25.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q711P_v72yw/TjAwbh5VJ_I/AAAAAAAABEw/f6-eMJa44-E/s1600/nayara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634056383353923570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q711P_v72yw/TjAwbh5VJ_I/AAAAAAAABEw/f6-eMJa44-E/s200/nayara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me perguntei hoje sobre cura e perdão, e sorri. Meu coração se sentiu calmo e decisivo. Percebi quantas pessoas nesse mundo eu amo, amei e posso amar e agradeci o quanto Deus é perfeito e q enorme coração sem lógica ele deu a todos que permite amar tanto e de tantas formas. Mas, tbm descobrir que uma das maiores tristezas do mundo pode existir, msm quando perdoamos passado ou pessoas, qnd ñ perdoamos nós mesmos. Reconheci -e me esforçarei p mudar isso- q sou uma pessoa cheia de amor e feliz, mas de maneira irônica, profundamente triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4917114704202594703?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4917114704202594703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4917114704202594703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4917114704202594703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4917114704202594703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-perguntei-hj-sobre-cura-e-perdao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q711P_v72yw/TjAwbh5VJ_I/AAAAAAAABEw/f6-eMJa44-E/s72-c/nayara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-3215684793672177254</id><published>2011-06-05T19:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:45:50.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5pZL7Inz9Q/TewGQkN4SpI/AAAAAAAABCc/dSzspOHC_Tc/s1600/autoretrato%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Já derramei algumas taças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Não sei quantas mais vou encher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Enquanto elas se enchem me acostumei a adormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;E meus segredos dormem, enquanto eu me extrapolo na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Incomodo os outros com a verdade e provo que a pura verdade fere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Mas não me fere mais que as verdadeiras memorias guardadas em segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;A verdade é meu maior defeito. Meu maior risco e arma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Minha verdade é meu medo de me calar... E derramar minha face secreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Meu segredo é meu medo de descobrir minha verdade sobre o derramar das taças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver"&gt;Da minha vida incompleta que vem colhendo encaixes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-3215684793672177254?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/3215684793672177254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=3215684793672177254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3215684793672177254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3215684793672177254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2011/06/todos-tem-segredos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5pZL7Inz9Q/TewGQkN4SpI/AAAAAAAABCc/dSzspOHC_Tc/s72-c/autoretrato%2B02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7987229593639223341</id><published>2011-01-25T10:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:36:33.552-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7CgQmV-xI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tYgLbeSgBqE/s1600/OgAAAAEPgeaIhtl9i9lfv75tUhvr0rRHutps919xupLfIExMsua-P-fhX2r3VuBpS2NvqGWknL4aifRjOwq5kvFnLPAAm1T1UJmmRw_0UNGvqYSoJINK0IZlJ9ZC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566100048943905554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7CgQmV-xI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tYgLbeSgBqE/s200/OgAAAAEPgeaIhtl9i9lfv75tUhvr0rRHutps919xupLfIExMsua-P-fhX2r3VuBpS2NvqGWknL4aifRjOwq5kvFnLPAAm1T1UJmmRw_0UNGvqYSoJINK0IZlJ9ZC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sonhar que é real não adianta, temos que viver mesmo com suas imperfeições, tudo aquilo que a realidade traduz como vida. Por isso nunca disse ou te digo que você é meu sonho ou foi um sonho, pois você foi quem me trouxe a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;;)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ateh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7987229593639223341?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7987229593639223341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=7987229593639223341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7987229593639223341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7987229593639223341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonhar-que-e-real-naum-adianta-temos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7CgQmV-xI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tYgLbeSgBqE/s72-c/OgAAAAEPgeaIhtl9i9lfv75tUhvr0rRHutps919xupLfIExMsua-P-fhX2r3VuBpS2NvqGWknL4aifRjOwq5kvFnLPAAm1T1UJmmRw_0UNGvqYSoJINK0IZlJ9ZC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4230894283478392649</id><published>2010-11-23T10:32:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:41:09.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TOu0jJL6QYI/AAAAAAAAA90/WUv-KSD1xCM/s1600/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542722282263822722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TOu0jJL6QYI/AAAAAAAAA90/WUv-KSD1xCM/s200/DSC02136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;As vezes eu me pego lastimando a vida...ou a minha vida na verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre tem quem me lembra que tenho olhos vivos, e que portanto,&lt;br /&gt;devo olhar p frente sempre...&lt;br /&gt;e dar a mão a quem está do meu lado se preciso for....&lt;br /&gt;Eu agradeço a Deus por existirem essas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Somente devo acreditar mais, ou agradecer mais&lt;br /&gt;Por eu mesma existir...&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar mais em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de ser inconstante...&lt;br /&gt;Ser mutável, Mas não Instável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4230894283478392649?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4230894283478392649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4230894283478392649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4230894283478392649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4230894283478392649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-eu-me-pego-lastimando-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TOu0jJL6QYI/AAAAAAAAA90/WUv-KSD1xCM/s72-c/DSC02136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-6804020424413568096</id><published>2010-10-21T14:10:00.037-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:55:05.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9J3ijP4zPzc/TewJNdeQmZI/AAAAAAAABCs/8rokyEYTZR4/s1600/DSC03126-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9J3ijP4zPzc/TewJNdeQmZI/AAAAAAAABCs/8rokyEYTZR4/s200/DSC03126-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614872962278660498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tenho sido negligente comigo mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Olhando certas mensagens que escrevi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Perguntei a outros, aquilo q deveria perguntar primeiramente a mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Uma cegueira estúpida essa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Olhos pro mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mas há muito tempo não encaro um espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;analiso o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;analiso palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mas qual a ultima vez q analisei meus traços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Desenho rostos amáveis a mim... Arquiteto personagens alheios a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mas onde coloquei o meu eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Como você tem se sentido ultimamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O que tem acontecido em sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seus objetivos como andam? - claros, nublados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Como tem sido seus dias? Tediantes e iguais? Gratificantes, surpreendentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tem evoluído com o tempo, ou só lutado contra ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tem passado rápidas as coisas ou tem sido mastigados cada segundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Amorosamente você tem andado a procura ou decidido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tirando folga pra si mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saudades de conversar c algumas pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-6804020424413568096?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/6804020424413568096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=6804020424413568096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6804020424413568096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6804020424413568096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/10/tenho-sido-negligente-comigo-mesma.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9J3ijP4zPzc/TewJNdeQmZI/AAAAAAAABCs/8rokyEYTZR4/s72-c/DSC03126-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-6088651712653194969</id><published>2010-08-25T11:49:00.025-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:12:16.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças "maduras", ou Mentes Fracas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/THUt-2s8KvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/YawmttdYweM/s1600/OgAAAKCiQBdGDBHRqVfTwOPiJxkJAjYnhoUJXNbwyeTbkKg3WJcSZDuXJ0EDhRetvJ0shB9fiyggWdMAOSP95ZzerkYAm1T1UPtG-Wfixjdl71CX_Rs1YXibpN-U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509360277016816370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/THUt-2s8KvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/YawmttdYweM/s200/OgAAAKCiQBdGDBHRqVfTwOPiJxkJAjYnhoUJXNbwyeTbkKg3WJcSZDuXJ0EDhRetvJ0shB9fiyggWdMAOSP95ZzerkYAm1T1UPtG-Wfixjdl71CX_Rs1YXibpN-U.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Realmente...lendo e vendo sobre o assunto: 'criança de hoje em dia', .....e mesmo sendo ciente do quanto o assunto já parece enfadonho, me deparei com um post do Blog 'Nem tão Frágil' da Juh M. que me deu uma vontade de vir citar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"[...] esse assunto deve ser questionado por todos [...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sim, eu também creio e aponto que deveria ser mais discutido e 'trabalhado'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-[...] Hoje as crianças estão cada vez mais maduras. Não sei bem se "maduras" é a palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;certa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;destaco como "mentes fracas de grande capacidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas elas estão cada vez mais crescidas antes da hora. Há alguns anos atrás as meninas de 16 anos mal sabiam o que elas tinham no meio das pernas,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tudo bem, pra não dizer que é um exagero as de pelo menos 14 ainda não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;os meninos competiam pra ver qual dos seus jatos-de-esperma iam mais longe e não passava disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eu ri disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje é completamente diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; serio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, reflitam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Conheço meninas de 10 anos que estao na quinta serie que estão contando com quantos meninos ficaram e o numero é absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sim, eu também conheço e garanto que você tambem conhece, isso, se você não é parte desse grupo ¬¬&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com 13 anos elas perdem a virgindade e a ainda se sentem orgulhosas, por Deus [...].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Meninos, com 12, 13 anos, hoje não contam mais quantos carrinhos não repetidos eles têm na coleção. Acho que não é preciso nem dizer o que eles valorizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; não, realmente não é preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isso é culpa do rápido crescimento tecnológico e a facilidade de acesso a informação, mas não é o único culpado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;culpa da comodidade dos pais de hoje, porque família tem poder pra preparar uma mente mais sã, sem a deixar ser presa fácil desse benefício o transformando em malefício...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemtaofragil.blogspot.com/2010/08/jovens-criancas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é claro que isso trouxe incontáveis benefícios, mas arrastou consigo infinitos malefícios.[...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;infelizmente, por causa das mentes que hoje são fracas&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enfim...sem mais nada pra dizer, apenas expus aquilo que a maioria já deve ter lido, mas infelizmente creio eu não 'reflete' e 'entende' e tem a irmã ou primo(a) ao lado e nao cutuca os pais ou a propria critura sobre isso. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ateh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-6088651712653194969?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/6088651712653194969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=6088651712653194969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6088651712653194969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6088651712653194969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/08/criancas-maduras-ou-mente-fracas.html' title='Crianças &quot;maduras&quot;, ou Mentes Fracas?'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/THUt-2s8KvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/YawmttdYweM/s72-c/OgAAAKCiQBdGDBHRqVfTwOPiJxkJAjYnhoUJXNbwyeTbkKg3WJcSZDuXJ0EDhRetvJ0shB9fiyggWdMAOSP95ZzerkYAm1T1UPtG-Wfixjdl71CX_Rs1YXibpN-U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7451006405405546975</id><published>2010-08-23T15:41:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:45:17.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida passageira...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/THLQEjKjS-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/2HuUywV634o/s1600/OgAAAOTSLBZ4d-BBaXyghCcxinnASe7VJ_5Uyn6JMXsLW6JIzIcbl1x14eDaSmlZB7YbYxz2-nDuRxoydx90rrDPkhkAm1T1UPule0XZfU7ZOl3cV7tDT8HLNVTK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508694070805089250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/THLQEjKjS-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/2HuUywV634o/s200/OgAAAOTSLBZ4d-BBaXyghCcxinnASe7VJ_5Uyn6JMXsLW6JIzIcbl1x14eDaSmlZB7YbYxz2-nDuRxoydx90rrDPkhkAm1T1UPule0XZfU7ZOl3cV7tDT8HLNVTK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lendo um fotolog de uma amiga, li o que ela escreveu sobre amor.....Aliás....o que mais se tem creio eu por aí, sao escritas com base em amor... Quando não pela falta dele, por ele ou pela decepção por ele....enfim...mas nao se afasta da razão em si ser pela simples inegável existencia do amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Em uma das minhas aulas, meu professor me surpreendeu tratando de engajar amor dentro da aula. E nada mais irônico ele colocar o assunto amor, para se entender texto/contexto/intertexto. Por que se tem algo tao amplo , impossivel de se contextualizar, transformar em escrita e se tem infinas opçoes de intertualização é o amor, mas enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Li &lt;em&gt;Corintios 13&lt;/em&gt; (o que demorei assimilar quando ele me mandou ler a Biblia durante a aula-q decepção -.-)...e sinceramente nada mais lindo do que esse capitulo na Bíblia quanto ao amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Admiro tambem a obra de Vinicius, nada mais eterno do que &lt;em&gt;"infinito enquanto dure"&lt;/em&gt; xD.... e como musica a do Renato Russo, &lt;em&gt;Monte Castelo&lt;/em&gt; que une essas duas obras de maneira linda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Enfim, desde então tenho pensado muito sobre isso.... e incrível se reflertimos, sobre o que fazemos ou porque querermos sentir ou porque sentimos amor, que passa muitas vezes por ser absurdo, as vezes aventureiro, mas creio que é algo mágico mas nao venhamos confundir com nada insano. xD. E voltando a referencia do fotolog da minha amiga, Cherry, ela citou a musica da Ana Carolina,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...) todo sentimento precisa de um passado para existir. O amor nao, ele cria como por encanto um passado que nos cerca. Ele nos dá a consciencia do havermos vivido anos a fio com alguem que pouco era quase um estranho. Ele supera a falta de lembranças por uma especie de magica..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E é exatamente assim e de outros modos, tal como independente do seu passado, você ama, seu passado também foi essencial para chegar a encontra-lo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tive sempre a consciencia de que se amasse pessoas cedo demais, teria medo de que ele, e aquele momento eram essenciais talvez para achar o 'amor' 'real', ou seja, não seria futuro, apenas essencial para o futuro. Mas amei meus 'presentes' (o tempo é gracioso)....hoje, ainda considero cedo demais diante a vida, mas considero uma 'luta' para que seja laço eterno. (nunca quis nos meus anteriores 'presentes', quando amei, que fossem laços eternos?, sinceramente, apenas vivia o presente com meu maior defeito: medo do futuro, e quem hoje está comigo, creio eu, me faz nao temer mais tal futuro, mas temer a falta dele sem exercer lutas....) talvez isso me faça refletir em te-lo eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Enfim.....amor amor, amor, realmente é o que mais se vive (sem ele n tem como viver né)...mais se escreve, mais se le, mais se sente, fala, esconde, enriquece, entristece, ensina, marca... o que se é, eterno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho dificuldades de escrever com tanta frequencia ou como antes... Mudei sim, confesso, meu amor em escrever nao, mas a falta de postagens aqui nao é reflexo de perda de tal amor, mas apenas do tempo que nao tenho sabido administrar tao bem. Uma escrita comum, essa..mas nao menos importante que outras...nao reflete tao belamente quanto alguns poemas, musicas e textos já escritos sobre amor, mas reflete de maneira simples um presente no encaminhar para um futuro em mente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;\o ateh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ps: perdoem quaisquer erros, nao tive tempo de revisar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7451006405405546975?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7451006405405546975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Evil....&lt;br /&gt;entre outros me lembram esse ponto de vista....&lt;br /&gt;espero que gostem, eu axei muito inteligente ...&lt;br /&gt;\o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84d550d60b6962a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-8749341107076523437</id><published>2010-06-15T08:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:57:15.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpeendente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TBdrRBe8JPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/i_f02TWyrkQ/s1600/1267621049857_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TBdrRBe8JPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/i_f02TWyrkQ/s200/1267621049857_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482969011547022578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a cada dia me supreendo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me assusto mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aprecio mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ou  simpesmente admito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;com novos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ou algo novo a olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-8749341107076523437?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/8749341107076523437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=8749341107076523437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8749341107076523437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8749341107076523437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/06/surpeendente.html' title='Surpeendente'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TBdrRBe8JPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/i_f02TWyrkQ/s72-c/1267621049857_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-6616778308368399901</id><published>2010-06-07T07:41:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:45:59.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TAzNCQqDx-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S5TYXfncxRI/s1600/100_6007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TAzNCQqDx-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S5TYXfncxRI/s200/100_6007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479980285317859298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Distante: "N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a linguagem corrente, distância é a medida da separação de  dois pontos. A distância entre dois pontos é medida pelo comprimento do  segmento de reta que os liga." (a wikipedia estah certa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;exatamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seremos  sempre distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;diante os outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;diante estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mas sempre  teremos na medida Dele, o cumprimento do sentimento que nos liga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-6616778308368399901?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/6616778308368399901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=6616778308368399901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6616778308368399901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6616778308368399901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/06/distante-na-linguagem-corrente.html' title='Distancia'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TAzNCQqDx-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S5TYXfncxRI/s72-c/100_6007+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7888822916622094353</id><published>2010-05-08T09:42:00.031-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:46:45.785-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TMcoNsIulgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gp34aCvjn9I/s1600/100_5940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532434882899121666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TMcoNsIulgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gp34aCvjn9I/s200/100_5940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a chuva... Sabe, não é a mesma coisa você olhar através do vidro, nem se molhar debaixo de um guarda chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Você deve se arriscar... Exatamente isso: se arriscar...&lt;br /&gt;Abrir os braços e fechar os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente de expor à ela, deixar ela te atingir por completo....&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que abrir os braços e girar... Não mostrar indiferença a ela, já que a chuva pede vida, pede movimento, sorriso através das lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Então... Simplesmente dance...&lt;br /&gt;Rode...&lt;br /&gt;A chuva abafa tuas lagrimas. Ela te lava e leva embora tua máscara...&lt;br /&gt;Você se torna frágil diante seu entregar... Seu arriscar...&lt;br /&gt;mas também se torna escudo forte, pois tua alma limpa brilha e te afugenta de tudo que te rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você roda...&lt;br /&gt;Roda&lt;br /&gt;roda... Enquanto, a vida passa como um flash back, em que o som isolado das gotas no chão, te encaminham aos sons de risadas, pulos no rio, ondas do mar, chocalhos, cantigas passadas....&lt;br /&gt;E teus passos se misturam e tua dança não tem ritmo, mas pulsa...&lt;br /&gt;Passos sobre a chuva caída, de pés descalços você sente o chão...&lt;br /&gt;Sua mente se entorpece, mas sabe o quão aquilo é real...&lt;br /&gt;Até que você vai se perdendo dos sons...&lt;br /&gt;Você abre os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;O som da gotas perde vagarosamente o ritomo...&lt;br /&gt;Você sente o peso das roupas molhadas,&lt;br /&gt;se sente gelado...&lt;br /&gt;Então... A chuva se vai...&lt;br /&gt;Sua dança para,&lt;br /&gt;seus pés se alinham afundados e em chão frio...&lt;br /&gt;O peso,&lt;br /&gt;o gelo,&lt;br /&gt;solidão,&lt;br /&gt;sensação de queda lhe beijam...&lt;br /&gt;mas....&lt;br /&gt;lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Voce ergue teu olhos antes mirados ao chao...&lt;br /&gt;Ergue ao céu&lt;br /&gt;e sustenta aquele olhar proucurando algo além do céu....&lt;br /&gt;suavemente sente a pele sendo beijada pela brisa&lt;br /&gt;e simplesmente se da conta...&lt;br /&gt;se da conta de que tudo é um ciclo que se repete sem ser igual...&lt;br /&gt;E então...é surpreendido...&lt;br /&gt;se surpreende com um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Você o sente vergonhosamente mas calorosamente...&lt;br /&gt;e o abraço te aquece ...&lt;br /&gt;o som da voz de quem lhe abraça lhe transmite confiança&lt;br /&gt;você reconhcece forças e sente que nada mais te pesa...&lt;br /&gt;o dono do abraço lhe lava os pés por que te ama...&lt;br /&gt;Você descansa...e fechando os olhos diante o azul profundo que se abre no céu....&lt;br /&gt;agradece a chuva a Ele...&lt;br /&gt;e sabe que a cada cair de gotas não se deve ter medo...&lt;br /&gt;que o amor pede entrega e que aquele que lhe segurar a mão&lt;br /&gt;fará parte do abraço Dele...&lt;br /&gt;ambos se entregarão a Ele.&lt;br /&gt;e de mãos dadas irão dançar na próxima chuva&lt;br /&gt;que Ele derramar.... ¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/879/879047t251h6wqhv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/879/879047t251h6wqhv.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;ps: quanto tempo sem postar nada aqui...lastimei e resolvi escrever continuamente algo talvez sem fundamento, mas sincero e esfomeado no teclado....alheio a mim nao sei se faz algum sentido....mas espero que faça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7888822916622094353?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5eddd6bcb649b19b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7888822916622094353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=7888822916622094353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7888822916622094353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7888822916622094353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/05/sentir-chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TMcoNsIulgI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gp34aCvjn9I/s72-c/100_5940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4734346056683447817</id><published>2010-02-21T16:49:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:18:20.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarelinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/S4GYt9UvjXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Wn6tB6BBFkY/s1600-h/DSC07133.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440797740163370354" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/S4GYt9UvjXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Wn6tB6BBFkY/s200/DSC07133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pois bem... é comum lermos que as cores têm significados, sinceramente, nao acredito nisso, mas que elas possam vir a carregar significados da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Li na minha infância um livro chamado "O Castelo do Sr. Hildson" em que nele, lembro vagamente o que todos os lápis de cores diziam a respeito deles mesmos, mas ainda lembro que não era nada do que habitualmente lemos ou escutamos...entendi que eu mesma as tomo emprestadas para dar significado a algo, algum momento, um sentimento ou alguém. Enfim... Ultimamente amarelo carrega um significado, qual venho tentando desgarrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Talvez não seja eu olhar algo amarelo que me lembre, mas simplesmente uma forma de não aceitar a decisão de esquecer. Fácil decidir esquecer, o difícil é que se concretize, aliás, isso não existe sinceramente... simplesmente se guarda, se recolhe e aquieta em algum canto sutil dentro de nós mesmos, mas esquecer, não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Talvez eu seja egoísta, boba... mas creio que preciso apresentar o que se diz ser sensata. Demorei pra perceber. Melhor assim, porque infelizmente para que eu ame da minha maneira... muito mais ponho a perder e mais envolver. Melhor me ignorar toda vez que terminar um filme, um livro, um rabisco ou ter medo de altura, sempre que ver um indiana Jones, ou somente um chapéu desses, ou quando o carro entrar na reserva... e recorrer aos traços do meu lápis de cor amarela, qual manifestou diversos tons para carregar um unicamente amarelinho. Obrigada, recebi um novo significado ao meu sol pintado em que dentro da minha caixinha de lápis de cor, sendo ela meu coração, você sempre será Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;Agora recolho tudo num cantinho e deixo somente memórias sobre o travesseiro... Enfim... vc entende, eu sei, o fato é que eu não gosto de entender....nunca gostei...&lt;br /&gt;vc sabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bye bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4734346056683447817?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4734346056683447817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4734346056683447817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4734346056683447817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4734346056683447817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/02/amarelinho.html' title='Amarelinho'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/S4GYt9UvjXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Wn6tB6BBFkY/s72-c/DSC07133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-2736375700878715102</id><published>2010-01-07T00:06:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:34:02.833-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meu"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7Bk9tmqHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/10gdpZDAXLQ/s1600/OgAAAOvlt0fMsacay0yWz2v6I4gCmw3gHbKVVUyWD2GH7CjenaZpE1SOpfVbUlw6A7qKiT48e0D5VNk7nOJzuHwb_iwAm1T1ULwXb_GF-XCkWXvVmE3zCtmlkwj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566099030261803122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7Bk9tmqHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/10gdpZDAXLQ/s200/OgAAAOvlt0fMsacay0yWz2v6I4gCmw3gHbKVVUyWD2GH7CjenaZpE1SOpfVbUlw6A7qKiT48e0D5VNk7nOJzuHwb_iwAm1T1ULwXb_GF-XCkWXvVmE3zCtmlkwj9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Quero sentir o verdadeiro poder da palavra ao se pronunciar 'meu'...quero ser de alguem e ter alguem qual fincar meus dentes e dizer, chamar, seduzir, confirmar, apreciar...Se encher de 'nós' mesmos, que muitos conhecemos como alma, do prazer de se sentir completo sendo um dono do outro, sem noção de essencia do msm, a nao ser que tem a ver nao com pocessao, mas ser possuido por amor, ao articular o som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"MEU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;naum tem significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;tem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;tem entendimento trazendo dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;quero sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;eu queria sentir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;quero permancer nesse frenesi de sensaçoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;qual mesmo distante ou mesmo com a respiração ao lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;se recorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;se fortalece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;o sonoro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"meu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;esperei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;creio que encontrei o meu dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;o meu sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;o meu existente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"meu"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-2736375700878715102?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/2736375700878715102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=2736375700878715102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/2736375700878715102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/2736375700878715102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu.html' title='&quot;Meu&quot;...'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TT7Bk9tmqHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/10gdpZDAXLQ/s72-c/OgAAAOvlt0fMsacay0yWz2v6I4gCmw3gHbKVVUyWD2GH7CjenaZpE1SOpfVbUlw6A7qKiT48e0D5VNk7nOJzuHwb_iwAm1T1ULwXb_GF-XCkWXvVmE3zCtmlkwj9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7707547243715554663</id><published>2009-10-02T15:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:22:08.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsZcrN6J72I/AAAAAAAAAbg/hGU-21YM-y8/s1600-h/NAYARA+CLIPE-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388095901733089122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsZcrN6J72I/AAAAAAAAAbg/hGU-21YM-y8/s200/NAYARA+CLIPE-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Turbilhao de pensamentos, alegrias, constrangimentos, lagrimas, felicidade, satisfação, certeza, anceio, duvida...tudo preenche como uma onda eletrica, em que percebo pêlos oriçados e nao reconheço meus batimentos. Proucuro o céu, talvez seu imenso azul me acalme, erguendo a cabeça, mas meus olhos mantidos fechados por longo tempo sofrem com a intensidade da luz...meus olhos fechados....andei com eles por tanto tempo fechados...nao para nao enchergar tudo, talvez na espera de o que necessitava os abrir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verdade. Realmente estou alterada....mas tambem realmente estou....viva.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou aguniada, avechada, anciosa. Me aconselham a ter calma....&lt;br /&gt;Irei ter calma, agora, mas irei ter pressa. Irei ter pressa de viver, viver cada momento...sendo ele passageiro ou nao, irá ser 'eterno enquanto dure'...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, nao me serve mais sem ser presente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O tempo pra mim sera somente.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o tempo eu quero vive-lo agora somente....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o tempo, farei com que seja agora...meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;E viverei meu presente, irei ser um presente.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: muitos presentes se desembrulham, com um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ateh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7707547243715554663?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7707547243715554663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=7707547243715554663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7707547243715554663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7707547243715554663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsZcrN6J72I/AAAAAAAAAbg/hGU-21YM-y8/s72-c/NAYARA+CLIPE-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-6454257014442726493</id><published>2009-09-29T20:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:47:14.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo gira....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsKZfuZM9dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U7-kh3P8fnY/s1600-h/azulll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387036874597266898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsKZfuZM9dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U7-kh3P8fnY/s200/azulll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E o mundo gira, muda, para no mesmo lugar, mas nem tudo nele permance igual.&lt;br /&gt;Posso muitos instantes, me sentir revirada, o passado me ataca, mas sei o meu lugar no momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E no momento, sei que no que mudei, nunca esquecerei onde estive, como estive, com quem estive, como fui, mas caminhei e cá estou e ainda me empenho saber quem sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Levei sustos e me amedrontei com certas mudanças, e continuo me supreendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrí nao somente o que há em uma posição diferente ou um acabamento ou rachadura nova em certos lugares, pessoas ou sentimento, mas em lugares antes nunca conhecidos, onde nao se é possivel avaliar se mudou ou nao, mas no que somente, agora... é.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho sim receio de ir em frente nesses lugares em que nuca estive e o mundo quando girar novamenteme afastar dos demais chãos pisados, nao sei se é possível está presente ou perto de todos, mas preciso talvez -a palavra q mais descreve -arriscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tentarei excurcionar no momento, nao me livrando, mas me mantendo em vista do meu 'mundinho' - ou 'mundinhos' -, em outros 'mundos'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arriscar saber se depende de uma atitude minha nao para com somente o conhecido, mas braços abertos e cautela pro que talvez se torne a mim conhecido - ou parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enfim, nessa escrita sem ritmo e talvez sentido, acabo com essa 'anemia', devido a  falta de muito em diversos sentidos. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ateh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-6454257014442726493?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/6454257014442726493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=6454257014442726493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6454257014442726493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6454257014442726493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-tudo-gira.html' title='E tudo gira....'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SsKZfuZM9dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/U7-kh3P8fnY/s72-c/azulll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4802592020583169559</id><published>2009-09-04T16:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:14:59.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cabeça...buraco...existecia, ou a falta dela....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SqF2FfjZNqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ara6Da55r1g/s1600-h/bjb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377709266798458530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SqF2FfjZNqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ara6Da55r1g/s200/bjb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tem momentos que realmente eu tenho vontade de enfiar a cabeça em um buraco como dizem....na verdade, todo têm neh...-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4802592020583169559?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4802592020583169559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4802592020583169559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4802592020583169559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4802592020583169559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/09/tem-momentos-que-realmente-eu-tenho.html' title='cabeça...buraco...existecia, ou a falta dela....'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SqF2FfjZNqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ara6Da55r1g/s72-c/bjb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4037718446953863690</id><published>2009-08-07T15:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:54:18.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscilando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SnyBn3zaLkI/AAAAAAAAAag/BCFKwc-kQeo/s1600-h/123448-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367307377913245250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SnyBn3zaLkI/AAAAAAAAAag/BCFKwc-kQeo/s200/123448-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-.- Mesmo aquilo de se viver o presente, nada de passado e nao se concentre tanto no futuro, sempre ter estado tao...presente, em minha ideias, impressionante como exatamente o oposto vem se tornando...tentador, pertubador, seja qual for a melhor forma de se expressar isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Estranho querer tanto um futuro, trabalhar nele agora, mas ser impedida pelo assombro do passado. Quando se pensa que depois de uma temporada sem medos, fraquezas, raiva...sentiria a certeza necessaria...nao, eu naum a encontro. Oscilo em dar um passo, ficar parada...oscilo em correr, voltar dois passos. Existir certezas convictas existem, mesmo que as vezes possam até msm pertubar mais outros que a mim msm, mas o interessante é que essas já são certezas passadas e permanecem, a que me incomoda é a que eu pensei ser solida, mas se derrama, inundando cada dia, se intrometendo nas noites. É assustadora a ideia de conflitar sua propria mente quando ela é teimosa e te pega desprevinida, como em sonhos. Lendo sobre sonhos, li que existem aqueles criativos, lucidos, pesadelos, previsiveis, repetitivos, sensuais, enfim, no fim deduzo que pelo menos em nenhum desses se encaixa os meus. E pra ser bem sincera, meu maior conflito tem sido oscilar em indagar, concordar...viver sonho de realidade ou realidade sonhada, pode parecer a msm coisa, mas pra mim tem total diferença...enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ateh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4037718446953863690?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4037718446953863690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4037718446953863690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4037718446953863690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4037718446953863690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/08/oscilando.html' title='Oscilando'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SnyBn3zaLkI/AAAAAAAAAag/BCFKwc-kQeo/s72-c/123448-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4429345642324993042</id><published>2009-06-30T22:17:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:36:20.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Irei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Skq7AJOtukI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sbPiFqz27OY/s1600-h/k.;j;k.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353296718235286082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Skq7AJOtukI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sbPiFqz27OY/s200/k.%3Bj%3Bk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Eu irei...bem longe de mim msm...assim sentirei saudades e me tratarei com mais atenção quando me abraçar...eu irei nao ser mais impedida por motivos que desconheço ou nao aceito de agir da maneira como sinto e nao somente penso. Eu irei sentir e nao venha mais aonde estou no momento...em lugar algum....irei sentir nao quem sou...mais quem me torno a outros. Irei me perder em sonhos, fantasia quem sabe nessa ida..ao menos sei que isso me faiz bem, e irei longe, talvez eu naum deperte, mas seja despertada. Apenas irei no momento, sentir saudade de mim mesma...^^...temporariamente...mas, o que é esse tempo pra mim? no "triimm" eu irei saber né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ateh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4429345642324993042?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4429345642324993042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4429345642324993042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4429345642324993042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4429345642324993042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-irei.html' title='Eu Irei'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Skq7AJOtukI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sbPiFqz27OY/s72-c/k.%3Bj%3Bk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-8660993472794765882</id><published>2009-06-22T15:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:25:00.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitivamente sao sei se é arrogancia, mas sim, me desespero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sj_HLX0kE8I/AAAAAAAAATY/n-i4pVi9Ihc/s1600-h/tfjtrdjyk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350213880526410690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sj_HLX0kE8I/AAAAAAAAATY/n-i4pVi9Ihc/s200/tfjtrdjyk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente sao sei se é arrogancia, mas sim, me desespero nao sentir emoçoes toscamente incontroláveis por alguem, ou ninguem, nao sei, e achar estupido quem se entrega a um compromisso fiel sem a certeza do mesmo, sem certeza do mesmo que sinto falta, alias, nem sei se me permito a essa saudade já que nao sei ao certo se existiu, se foi verdade. Exaustão como pode existir em alguem que nao sequer prova da existencia seja ela  conciente apenas ou compartilhada, nao sei, mas estou exausta dessa falta. Eis o que quero defitivamente... cumplicidade, mas nao a mim, e sim de mim. Nao queixo pela falta de alguem, mas de mim mesma. Nao parte de mim nada alem de questionamentos quanto a outros, e desespero em saber q tipo de resposta quero se nem sei que tipo de pergunta faço. Ah! fugir em palavras nao me adianta nesse irritante desespero, mas ao menos de certa forma me felicito em saber que escrever, parte de mim, como verdadeiro desejo, verdade e certeza minha. Meu amor pelo sentido escrito é "meu", mas amor que se descreve em palavras eu nao tenho. Queria poder, nao somente poder dizer, mas ter poder pra dizer "meu" . Nao sei se é arrogancia, mas sim, me desespero.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;teh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-8660993472794765882?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/8660993472794765882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=8660993472794765882&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8660993472794765882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8660993472794765882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/06/definitivamente-sao-sei-se-e-arrogancia.html' title='Definitivamente sao sei se é arrogancia, mas sim, me desespero...'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sj_HLX0kE8I/AAAAAAAAATY/n-i4pVi9Ihc/s72-c/tfjtrdjyk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-8165010927870217921</id><published>2009-06-19T00:26:00.060-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:44:00.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348879424366309858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SjsJfzO_8eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Nj8TErhQn_A/s200/OAAAAPJSvzGlQkYVHdmd4D4kJYXZ77c-jsFK2_QzfB9nvIP46pdfKjgAkAaXfJ16tiT3C7d2hjKDKEVBQ_bCZWXyRZ0Am1T1UCeGFVtH4B1QzVzbTDV8dLOtzHHU.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Eu só quero um relacionamento em que eu possa finalmente cravar os meus dentes dentro.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu Diria que somente quero algo em que fincar meus dentes. No momento somente livros tem sido meus aperitivos. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;(Vampire Kisses - Ellen Schreiber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-8165010927870217921?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/8165010927870217921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=8165010927870217921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8165010927870217921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/8165010927870217921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/06/vamire-kisses.html' title='Vampire Kisses'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SjsJfzO_8eI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Nj8TErhQn_A/s72-c/OAAAAPJSvzGlQkYVHdmd4D4kJYXZ77c-jsFK2_QzfB9nvIP46pdfKjgAkAaXfJ16tiT3C7d2hjKDKEVBQ_bCZWXyRZ0Am1T1UCeGFVtH4B1QzVzbTDV8dLOtzHHU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-4851544321497444308</id><published>2009-06-10T19:41:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:46:43.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SjBfZsNvQkI/AAAAAAAAARo/P16C6itzcs8/s1600-h/nay+vas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345877652658930242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SjBfZsNvQkI/AAAAAAAAARo/P16C6itzcs8/s200/nay+vas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onde, cadê aquele meu doar?&lt;br /&gt;acho na verdade que nao doei.&lt;br /&gt;É dificil talvez dizer amar,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando eu disse, será que amei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ocultei certas declaraçoes,&lt;br /&gt;me flagrei pensando se foi certo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse apices de emoçoes,&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu tenha chegado perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe lugar nem conceito&lt;br /&gt;Hora marcada, tempo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, serei consumida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe escala, medida&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mesmo como fugir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, paciencia até se cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nayara V.A.S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&gt;.&lt;...Uma tentativa fustrada de soneto em vésperas de dia dos namorados e um desenho com já mais de 1 ano que fiz, que gosto mto apesar sendo rascunhado apenas...xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-4851544321497444308?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/4851544321497444308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=4851544321497444308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4851544321497444308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/4851544321497444308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cade-aquele-meu-doar-acho-na-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SjBfZsNvQkI/AAAAAAAAARo/P16C6itzcs8/s72-c/nay+vas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-99202628912643884</id><published>2009-05-29T20:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:46:27.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SiCBNRPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EEp2_zb6rmE/s1600-h/163423-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341411223029216738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SiCBNRPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EEp2_zb6rmE/s200/163423-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coma esse desmotivado sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o engula como fez contigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumpriu-se em mim o entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudera ter sido decidido ao esmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guela abaixo me foi posto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdades fontes de sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na minha frente o mesmo rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nao o mesmo de outro momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfio o dedo na minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra acabar com esse lamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto vc se escamanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em mim nao há mais encantameto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^^...lombras q encontro mtas vezes no caderno...&lt;br /&gt;como de costume, vou agora de encontro ao meu tentador travesseiro jah q amanha começo o dia bem cedo.&lt;br /&gt;teh&lt;br /&gt;\o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-99202628912643884?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/99202628912643884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=99202628912643884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/99202628912643884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/99202628912643884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/coma-esse-desmotivado-sentimento-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SiCBNRPw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EEp2_zb6rmE/s72-c/163423-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-3097945829470882469</id><published>2009-05-22T17:45:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:52:35.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬ O Frio e a bendita Gripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcPMzVKXNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-xvRJkzuQNM/s1600-h/172212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338752595882826962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcPMzVKXNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-xvRJkzuQNM/s200/172212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tem uns dias que nao posto nda....eis o porque, o frio de brasilia tem chegado. Eu amo o frio, sou mais ele que o calor. Tu pode ficar pelado que o calor persiste...agora, já o frio, existem muitos modos de se acabar. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mas juntamente com essas mudanças de clima chove, faz calor, faz frio, em menos de um mes a bendita gripe me assolou duas vezes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcVOBtrICI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CRG8s1LhkLQ/s1600-h/171947.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, cá estou gripada, garganta infeccionada, olhos lacrimejando, cabeça doendo e tendo câimbras. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomem cuidado com alimentação, carreguem consigo sempre um guarda-chuva e evitem tomar gelado nos dias de frio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;°¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcV8NZJpoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZJJ8zrbb9so/s1600-h/172216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Falo serio, nariz escorrendo, suar msm estando com frio nao é nada legal.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;té&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;\o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcR6VNwAaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YYZJSqtkDSs/s1600-h/171947.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-3097945829470882469?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/3097945829470882469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=3097945829470882469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3097945829470882469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3097945829470882469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-frio-e-bendita-gripe.html' title='¬¬ O Frio e a bendita Gripe'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShcPMzVKXNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-xvRJkzuQNM/s72-c/172212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-1378931604272274006</id><published>2009-05-17T22:41:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:57:07.071-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShDCZ9JcaYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jFb5WIRbyBk/s1600-h/OQAAAKXC226nAApqwkg7Vfc7oZYrSThatUIVH2Plchg9OOkpWSDW0HexkBXE2AHgZAMgHjzcgyhQB4MjJtxVKMNsUR4Am1T1UAt4ChnFPe0qBZ0qv18DSGZhEipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336979309600729474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShDCZ9JcaYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jFb5WIRbyBk/s200/OQAAAKXC226nAApqwkg7Vfc7oZYrSThatUIVH2Plchg9OOkpWSDW0HexkBXE2AHgZAMgHjzcgyhQB4MjJtxVKMNsUR4Am1T1UAt4ChnFPe0qBZ0qv18DSGZhEipe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nao tenho mais ela, pra tomar um café deitadas dividindo o sofá, nem rir vendo um sapo de massinha comendo meias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mudanças...hj tenho um abraço que me afaga a sdd e rimos tomando sorvete dividindo cobertas, e que sapo, meu beijo transformará em principe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Nao tenho mais ela ao meu lado pra brigar pelo controle remoto e brincar de pawer rangers e fazer de espadas os espetos do churrasco que ele fazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Nao tenho mais ele pra disputar o colo e brincar com seus oculos parecendo um grilo, nao mais a picanha cortada no domingo com "tota tola" comprada na esquina. Nao ouvimos mais sermos as meninas do papai, mas sempre seremos filhas e irmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mudanças...ainda tenho a sdd dela e a vontade do abraço sincero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nao mais tenho aqueles na volta pra casa cortando caminhos disputando quem mais corta o vento. Mas ainda tenho lembranças unicas que cortam a pele com aguas caladas e sorriso quieto. O choro derrama a saudade mas nao a leva embora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nao tenhos mais aquele como outrora nem tbm aquele outro, como apices e colirios, mas os tenho como cirugioes dos meus olhos, que me deram do mundo e deles tbm, outra visao. Saudade do principio, mas agradeço, quando pelos novos olhos sei que lagrimas cairão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saudade sempre se terá, e sempre com ela conviverei, o mais irritante sao as mudanças, sem aviso chegar e no decorrer do adaptar, sempre na frente a danada entra e tras a saudade junto com ela. Mas mudanças trouxeram conquistas, e nao mudo excluindo vivencia, mas aumentando o espaço para cada vez mais realização. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;\o&lt;br /&gt;até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-1378931604272274006?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/1378931604272274006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=1378931604272274006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/1378931604272274006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/1378931604272274006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/sobre-solidao_17.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/ShDCZ9JcaYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jFb5WIRbyBk/s72-c/OQAAAKXC226nAApqwkg7Vfc7oZYrSThatUIVH2Plchg9OOkpWSDW0HexkBXE2AHgZAMgHjzcgyhQB4MjJtxVKMNsUR4Am1T1UAt4ChnFPe0qBZ0qv18DSGZhEipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7304180089337170263</id><published>2009-05-08T19:56:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:05:08.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgTHlCk-Y_I/AAAAAAAAANo/c4tvg8Rd4Xk/s1600-h/OAAAAHCsj4w-sYbtRenJ87mRYSJRI2fnyIqV_NhONLcbz3ZQ2GAo05OY0fhXvqLyR8UojdxD2pV2kI24d6a2roX85iwAm1T1UEs8MvxBmT2NTiu0sIL-aicaxmZq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333607297874551794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgTHlCk-Y_I/AAAAAAAAANo/c4tvg8Rd4Xk/s320/OAAAAHCsj4w-sYbtRenJ87mRYSJRI2fnyIqV_NhONLcbz3ZQ2GAo05OY0fhXvqLyR8UojdxD2pV2kI24d6a2roX85iwAm1T1UEs8MvxBmT2NTiu0sIL-aicaxmZq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queria sim tanta coisa...quem nao quer? mas tbm decido muitas coisas....e minha decisão jah foi tomada. Mas caio diversas vezes diante ela, raios! Pq nao podia ser tudo mais simples, pq nao podia simplesmente me entender? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Odeio quando nao me entendem, nem eu msm me entendo!! é loucura talvez, meu entender talvez seja decidido pela minha loucura, mas por que caio diante ela? Ah! Esse tempo caída nao me fez bem, fiz tanta outras vontades, e levantando nao dei conta do que outros queriam, ou querem, e o mais irritante é que muito menos o que eu quero! Decidido entao, farei oq eu eu quero! Mas espere...essa decisão já fiz e por isso caí...nao! Nao quero mais saber do tempo decidido, mudarei essa linhas colocando uma virgula e um porem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cuidarei da minha loucura primeiramente, assim quem sabe eles mudem o entendimento sobre mim, ou quem sabe conquisto meu querer os deixando loucos. Quer saber?Abraçarei meu travesseiro e sonharei com meus quereres e decido amanha de manhã por fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fim nao tem pq nao caí com a morte, mas em sono tivera um decidido fim na forma como levava a vida, que, enfim, me trouxe e sempre tráz forçadamente um relógio parado, pedindo seguir em frente mas em sonho nao se tem tempo, posso ser duas ao msm tempo, e amar mais de um querendo tres. Ou morrer mais de uma vez e sorrir sem farça diante aquele face que me disfarço todas a vezes. Quero sumir sozinha e fazer falta pra eles, mas se sumo nao mais tenho a quem convencer de entender a falta que me faiz. Quero acordar e viver decididamente com eles sem entender de que forma, mas sem eles nao durmo, nao sonho, nao penso no tempo em suas tres formas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Querer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mas somente quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nao sou Homero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mas cega, ao que se traduz minha forma de existencia eu possa ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgTIRK8FRbI/AAAAAAAAANw/t0qfTvR0444/s1600-h/reu.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333608056033199538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgTIRK8FRbI/AAAAAAAAANw/t0qfTvR0444/s200/reu.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;\o...até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7304180089337170263?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7304180089337170263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=7304180089337170263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7304180089337170263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7304180089337170263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/querer.html' title='Querer'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgTHlCk-Y_I/AAAAAAAAANo/c4tvg8Rd4Xk/s72-c/OAAAAHCsj4w-sYbtRenJ87mRYSJRI2fnyIqV_NhONLcbz3ZQ2GAo05OY0fhXvqLyR8UojdxD2pV2kI24d6a2roX85iwAm1T1UEs8MvxBmT2NTiu0sIL-aicaxmZq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-7334274257643047331</id><published>2009-05-07T18:12:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:32:07.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansei de dar estrelinhas e cambalhotas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TKTXn-c8YfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cRFupPb1LZc/s1600/973836022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522776124842336754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TKTXn-c8YfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cRFupPb1LZc/s200/973836022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgNVIDiEscI/AAAAAAAAALs/t54LpAacgl4/s1600-h/ngjfm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cansei de dar estrelinhas e cambalhotas, percebi que somente o mundo muda ilusioriamente por instantes diante minha visão, e percebo que meus olhos é que precisam mudar diante minha visão no mundo. Estavam secos e imundos sob mascaras. Eles sao agora lavados pelo choro de renascimento ao senti-LO. Meu andar tornou-se outro, meus olhos ainda se desembaçam e esbarro muitas vezes, cambaleio e até mesmo tombo, mas percebi que sou eu quem deve estender a mao enquanto ando. Meus olhos se entristecem agora que sao encarados com indiferença pelos olhares mascarados, por momentos embaçados demais, nao vejo o caminho e a luz ofusca ao ponto de recorrer mascara novamente, ou em seguir caminhos vultuosos, mas Ele me disse que existe tempo, nao o meu, o Dele, e cada vez que espero o Seu tempo, mais meus pés ficam molhados diante a trilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos! Levante-se! Nao permaneça caído. Vamos! Lave teus olhos...despeje teu coraçao, molhe teus pés a cada passo e trilhe o caminho escolhido pra ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgNVZ98wyfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kJvSAYtHLUI/s1600-h/PICT0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 82px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333200288351308274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgNVZ98wyfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kJvSAYtHLUI/s200/PICT0504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ENQUANTO CALEI OS MEUS PECADOS, ENVELHECERAM OS MEUS OSSOS PELOS MEUS CONSTANTES GEMIDOS TODO O DIA. POR QUE A TUA MÃO PESAVA DIA E NOITE SOBRE MIM, E O MEU VIGOR SE TORNOU EM SEQUISÃO DE ESTIO. CONFESSEI-TE O MEU PECADO E A MINHA INIQUIDADE NAO MAIS OCULTEI. DISSE: CONFESSAREI AO SENHOR AS MINHAS TRANSGRESSOE; E TU PERDOASTE A INIQUIDADE DO MEU PECADO." Sl 32:3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santificai-vos, porque amanhã o Senhor fará maravilhas no meio de vós. Josué 3:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;ps&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://retornoasantidade.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;http://retornoasantidade.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-7334274257643047331?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/7334274257643047331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=7334274257643047331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7334274257643047331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/7334274257643047331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cansei-de-dar-estrelinhas-e-cambalhotas.html' title='Cansei de dar estrelinhas e cambalhotas...'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/TKTXn-c8YfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cRFupPb1LZc/s72-c/973836022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-6305056674087206307</id><published>2009-05-05T22:50:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:06:28.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arlequina?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgD2l_US0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/35JomxHrCvk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332533091318813490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgD2l_US0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/35JomxHrCvk/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois bem, aqui tento exclarecer quem é Arlequina, qual não traz somente daquela conhecida por muitos, personagem dos quadrinhos, Harleen Quinzel, mas dela traz a personalidade instável, e extravagancia em que sorriso e tristes olhos te descrevem, mas nao traduz existentes subjetividades. Também sou parte de um Arlequim, Arlequina que traz parte personagem Zanni - em latim sannio, farsante - em que suas palavras, como essas, minhas, quando lidas, podem ser interpretadas as vezes da mesma forma como um sonho que, trazido a uma sessão várias vezes, terá tantas análises quantas vezes for investigado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos personagens simbolo de Menotti Del Picchia, sendo Arlequim um palhaço ou clown, é uma combinação de trágico e cômico, assim como vem a ser aos olhos de Arlequina com a vida, tal como eu vou a vivendo. De acordo com Luiz Otavio Burnier, o clown seria a encarnação do trágico na vida cotidiana; é o homem assumindo sua humanidade e sua fraqueza e, por isso, cômico, portanto para mim, Arlequina seria isso e mais, como o homem assumir sua fortaleza encarando sua humanidade diante Deus. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Arlequim, personagem de Mennotti, tomo naum sua simbologia (desejo), mas seu agir inusitado, sua fala sobre o que de tudo acha. Evaristo Gherardi, escreveu um livro de memórias em que pergunta: "O que é o Arlequim?" e responde: "É tudo o que se queira que ele seja". Sendo Arquelina oq eu quero, Arlequim eu sou, Arlequina é meu curvar diante a realidade ou o contrario, aceitar minhas emoçoes e prepara-las na defesa contra o mundo externo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Podia aqui construir cacos de espelho dos dias que citei ter acampado e o que adquiri...mas sendo esta aqui, uma amante da escrita, mas nao da noite, meu corpo reclama e meu olhos encaram furtivamente meus travesseiros. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332547895219093682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgEEDsJKgLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KXK_HdD6DEE/s320/ATgAAAA4aMnU_ep7BKXaWA2CXBR5AdcZ07lg3lUfGlbH6Zn4ZL3eMdQY-jE_-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanha Arlequina constroi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ps: Escultem ou leiam a musica &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','3','')" href="http://www.letras.com.br/ronaldo-bezerra/tu-es-santo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Letra Tu És Santo de Ronaldo Bezerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/ronaldo-bezerra/tu-es-santo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;http://www.letras.com.br/ronaldo-bezerra/tu-es-santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-6305056674087206307?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/6305056674087206307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=6305056674087206307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6305056674087206307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/6305056674087206307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/arlequina.html' title='Arlequina?...'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SgD2l_US0zI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/35JomxHrCvk/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289115926464495633.post-3001927362304441565</id><published>2009-05-04T22:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:15:58.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Começo'/><title type='text'>COMEÇO já cançada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sf-l9Tchs1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTMdOMKwxxQ/s1600-h/ETUJHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 319px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162956440482642" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sf-l9Tchs1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTMdOMKwxxQ/s320/ETUJHS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sim...eu estou moída, meu pescoço, juntas, doem e cheguei de um acampamento na noite passada e estou cançada. Mas meu ânimo pra começar hoje aqui superou pelo visto.&lt;br /&gt;Quero começar numa segunda feira por mais que a semana comece domingo. Nesse acampamento que fui, falaram o seguinte: a semana parece que começa na segunda e quando chega no domingo vamos à igreja pedir perdao ou a menos tentar dignificar o que fizemos nos seis dias anteriores. Mas o que devemos msm fazer é aprender e por em prática o que se aprende no domingo nos seis dias seguintes, enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escutei e assemilei muito desses dias acampando com a juventude da minha igreja, e&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; hoje, começo pondo em prática esse texto uma de minhas decisoes, que por mais inútil possa parecer para muitos, é um passo a frente pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sinceramente, ainda nao tenho idéia do que esse blog possa se tratar...mas de uma coisa jah se sabe....da doida da Arlequina se trata. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É fustrante, mas ao menos me embriagar em palavras sei que ela irá, e talvez ofereça um drinque a quem chegue. Pode sentar-se na cadeira do psicologo aqui, pq talvez Alequina tome papel de Niet- pra bom entendedor- xD.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto à Arquelina, logo mais eu digo quem é ela, ou por que ela, ou por que eu, quem sou eu, enfim...até &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;\o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps:Leiam &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quando_Nietzsche_Chorou"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Quando Nietzsche Chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;\o...;)~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289115926464495633-3001927362304441565?l=nayaravas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/feeds/3001927362304441565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3289115926464495633&amp;postID=3001927362304441565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3001927362304441565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289115926464495633/posts/default/3001927362304441565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayaravas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-cancada.html' title='COMEÇO já cançada...'/><author><name>Nayara V.A.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719098689694841380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/SkFHo9pAnsI/AAAAAAAAATo/i-3bqIbRqLA/S220/OAAAAL3qlNzt2gP-ymo8uG7txl8Z11rDoVMAYsWu9CdxE8DLSlCbQmW-aA-O_AnmzYe38-_3I_jQM7EDD_-SajivdWsAm1T1UPiSqcdeiThznWxCJlygYnaGWm-R.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sh3srrAQbis/Sf-l9Tchs1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTMdOMKwxxQ/s72-c/ETUJHS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
