<?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-2854358231702967495</id><updated>2011-09-19T10:21:17.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambo e Só.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-488649375902337270</id><published>2011-02-07T20:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:55:07.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tu soubesse eu faço tudo pra não te perder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TVCGDpJeLOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2o1b-jl0H70/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TVCGDpJeLOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2o1b-jl0H70/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Você me faz feliz demais&lt;br /&gt;
E o tempo parece parar quando a gente ta junto&lt;br /&gt;
Viver sem ti, não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia vai entender que você pra mim é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O5~O2~2O11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-488649375902337270?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/488649375902337270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-so-deixar-fluir-e-o-dia-amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/488649375902337270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/488649375902337270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-so-deixar-fluir-e-o-dia-amanhecer.html' title='Se tu soubesse eu faço tudo pra não te perder...'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TVCGDpJeLOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2o1b-jl0H70/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-4788433860668176305</id><published>2011-01-12T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:43:40.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicando o sumiço da "Retrospectiva 2O1O"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5YgIfkehI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bcV_nU2UduE/s1600/blog2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5YgIfkehI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bcV_nU2UduE/s200/blog2011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Então, acabei excluindo o post com as fotos. Realmente as fotos valem mais que mil palavras, e, ali tinha muita informação que nao vale a pena estar por ai perambulando na internet.&lt;br /&gt;
Desculpa ai a galera, e eu nem tinha postado a parte tres.. mas posso dizer que no final do ano curti mais que o ano inteiro. Conheci pessoas maravilhosas e ah, vivi! Foi um pré-2011&lt;br /&gt;
haha, beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-4788433860668176305?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4788433860668176305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/explicando-o-sumico-da-retrospectiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4788433860668176305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4788433860668176305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/explicando-o-sumico-da-retrospectiva.html' title='Explicando o sumiço da &quot;Retrospectiva 2O1O&quot;'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5YgIfkehI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bcV_nU2UduE/s72-c/blog2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-537583159843566960</id><published>2011-01-12T22:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:39:11.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5WNPivbRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bDpw7XbuSEg/s1600/blog20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5WNPivbRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bDpw7XbuSEg/s200/blog20112.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Demorei doze dias pra postar, mas sabem como é, preguiça resultante das festas de natal, ano novo e férias :D&lt;br /&gt;
Mas enfim, espero que esse ano seja maravilhoso, pois como alguns sabem, eu AMO anos ímpares [numeros, enfim, tudo]&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse ano quero amar, quero correr atras do que gosto. Quero sair, dançar, curtir, caminhar e tomar vários banhos de praia. Comer, emagrecer, me cuidar, festejar. Estudar, me esforçar, tirar boas notas, passar sem final. Quero sorrir, aliás, quero morrer de rir. Quero ganhar mais amigos, cultivar os meus, compreende-los, apoiá-los, ajuda-los. Quero até chorar, errar, cair pra poder levantar e nao repetir o erro, afinal, como diz um amigo meu aí, a vida é como se fosse um laboratório, só aprende vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;
Espero que no final de 2011, no meu ultimo post, eu possa dizer que fiz tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;
Que venha este ano... e que seja maravilhoso! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-537583159843566960?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/537583159843566960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/537583159843566960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/537583159843566960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html' title='Feliz 2011!'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TS5WNPivbRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bDpw7XbuSEg/s72-c/blog20112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-5007145775975998615</id><published>2010-12-22T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:02:48.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É final de ano.. é hora de " Esvaziar os armários de nossa vida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos os anos há um momento em que olhamos nossos armários com um olhar crítico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhamos aquelas roupas que não usamos há tanto tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquelas  que tiramos do cabide de vez em quando, vestimos, olhamos no espelho,  confirmamos mais uma vez que não gostamos e guardamos de volta no  armário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes tiramos alguma coisa e damos para alguém, mas a maior parte fica lá, guardada sabe-se lá porquê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia alguém me disse: tudo o que não lhe serve mais e você mantém guardado, só lhe traz energias negativas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livre-se de tudo o que não usa e verá como lhe fará bem. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; Acontece que nosso armário não é o único lugar da vida onde guardamos coisas que não nos servem mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Você tem um armário desses no interior da mente. Dê uma olhada séria no que anda guardando lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Experimente esvaziar e fazer uma limpeza naquilo que não lhe serve mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jogue fora idéias, crenças, maneiras de viver ou experiências que não lhe acrescentam nada e lhe roubam energia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Faça uma limpeza nas amizades, aqueles amigos cujos interesses não têm mais nada a ver com os seus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproveite  e tire de seu "armário" aquelas pessoas negativas, tóxicas, sem  entusiasmo, que tentam lhe arrastar para o fundo dos seus próprios poços  de tristezas, ressentimentos, mágoas e sofrimento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A insegurança dessas pessoas faz com que busquem outras para lhes fazer companhia, e lá vai você junto com elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Junte-se a pessoas entusiasmadas que o apóiem e apóiem seus sonhos e projetos pessoais e profissionais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não espere um momento certo, ou mesmo o final do ano, para fazer essa "faxina interior". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Comece agora e experimente aquele sentimento gostoso de liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberdade de não ter de guardar o que não lhe serve. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberdade de experimentar o desapego&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberdade de saber que mudou, mudou para melhor, e que só usa as coisas que verdadeiramente lhe servem e fazem bem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corrado Spallanzani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-5007145775975998615?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5007145775975998615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-final-de-ano-e-hora-de-esvaziar-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5007145775975998615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5007145775975998615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-final-de-ano-e-hora-de-esvaziar-os.html' title='É final de ano.. é hora de &quot; Esvaziar os armários de nossa vida&quot;'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-9083320550382123113</id><published>2010-12-04T08:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:49:27.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma musica um pouco bestinha..</title><content type='html'>mas combina comigo em algumas partes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody tells you that love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna believe than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you're fifteen feeling like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing to figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you're on your very first date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he's got a car and you're feeling like flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your mom is waiting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're thinking he's the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're dancing 'round your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then I swore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gonna marry him someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I've found time can heal most anything&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIFTEEN - TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-9083320550382123113?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/9083320550382123113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-musica-um-pouco-bestinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/9083320550382123113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/9083320550382123113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-musica-um-pouco-bestinha.html' title='Uma musica um pouco bestinha..'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-7904353529608531112</id><published>2010-12-02T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:33:04.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o que você faz quando cai?</title><content type='html'>... mas eu posso te dizer que há momentos na vida que você irá cair e você vai sentir que não tem força para se levantar. Você acha que você tem esperança? Porque eu te digo. Eu estou aqui em baixo, com o rosto virado pra baixo e não tenho nem braços nem pernas. Deveria ser impossivel se levantar.. Mas não é! você não vê? Eu vou tentar me levantar 100 vezes e se eu falhar 100 vezes, se eu falhar e eu desistir, você acha que algum dia eu vou me levantar? NÃO! Mas se eu falhar e tentar novamente e novamente e novamente... Então ai quero que você saiba que este não é o fim, o que importa é como você vai terminar. Você vai desistir? &lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gf3R_6KDf00&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#!&lt;br /&gt;
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entrarei aqui nesse blog, e irei ver esse vídeo toda vez que eu achar que meu mundo acabou ou começar a me queixar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-7904353529608531112?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7904353529608531112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-o-que-voce-faz-quando-cai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7904353529608531112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7904353529608531112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-o-que-voce-faz-quando-cai.html' title='E o que você faz quando cai?'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-6681476638530467706</id><published>2010-12-02T19:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:23:57.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse post vai pro ano de 2010 em geral :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPga94FSW7I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Ik1MA07ZEs/s1600/blog8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPga94FSW7I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Ik1MA07ZEs/s320/blog8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ps.: Minduin, Isa, Raissa, Dani, Pam... essa é nossa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-6681476638530467706?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6681476638530467706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/esse-post-vai-pro-ano-de-2010-em-geral.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/6681476638530467706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/6681476638530467706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/esse-post-vai-pro-ano-de-2010-em-geral.html' title='Esse post vai pro ano de 2010 em geral :/'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPga94FSW7I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Ik1MA07ZEs/s72-c/blog8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-2000149313158426285</id><published>2010-12-02T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:54:17.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abram suas portas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPgVXsK-KGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L230gqpk0ww/s1600/blog5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPgVXsK-KGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L230gqpk0ww/s400/blog5.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não esperem a tempestade passar. Dancem na chuva. Quem fecha as portas para a felicidade é você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-2000149313158426285?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2000149313158426285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/abram-suas-portas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/2000149313158426285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/2000149313158426285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/abram-suas-portas.html' title='Abram suas portas...'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPgVXsK-KGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L230gqpk0ww/s72-c/blog5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-3240968413571982463</id><published>2010-11-29T17:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:57:40.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Todo mundo quer felicidade, ninguém quer dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPQTKBuKiWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sZ0QpWNK7zA/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPQTKBuKiWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sZ0QpWNK7zA/s200/blog3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;..mas você não pode ter um arco-íris sem um pouco de chuva.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-3240968413571982463?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3240968413571982463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/todo-mundo-quer-felicidade-ninguem-quer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3240968413571982463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3240968413571982463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/todo-mundo-quer-felicidade-ninguem-quer.html' title='‘Todo mundo quer felicidade, ninguém quer dor...'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPQTKBuKiWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sZ0QpWNK7zA/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-4455291186001676532</id><published>2010-11-29T10:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:36:52.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabendo que um dia eu quis tanto ficar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOr11R9oBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nByfCEPNVFY/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOr11R9oBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nByfCEPNVFY/s400/blog2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps.: O título é um trecho da musica de Ke ning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-4455291186001676532?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4455291186001676532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabendo-que-um-dia-eu-quis-tanto-ficar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4455291186001676532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4455291186001676532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabendo-que-um-dia-eu-quis-tanto-ficar.html' title='&quot;Sabendo que um dia eu quis tanto ficar&quot;'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOr11R9oBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nByfCEPNVFY/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-7889969829185727935</id><published>2010-11-29T09:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:43:03.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não escolha uma pessoa mais bonita do mundo,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOfjzoQ5LI/AAAAAAAAACw/_P6oKJEWEh8/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOfjzoQ5LI/AAAAAAAAACw/_P6oKJEWEh8/s200/blog.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escolha uma pessoa que faz seu mundo mais bonito.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-7889969829185727935?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7889969829185727935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-escolha-uma-pessoa-mais-bonita-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7889969829185727935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7889969829185727935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-escolha-uma-pessoa-mais-bonita-do.html' title='Não escolha uma pessoa mais bonita do mundo,'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPOfjzoQ5LI/AAAAAAAAACw/_P6oKJEWEh8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-5161494699250283329</id><published>2010-11-27T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:21:38.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E mesmo sem rumo</title><content type='html'>vou seguindo em frente. De olhos fechados, até...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Mas é tão gostoso caminhar por essa trilha...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPFoOZ_1QFI/AAAAAAAAACs/35bxiMEqDcM/s1600/flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPFoOZ_1QFI/AAAAAAAAACs/35bxiMEqDcM/s200/flor.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Num edifício sem janelas &lt;br /&gt;
Desenhei os olhos dela &lt;br /&gt;
Entre vestígios de bala &lt;br /&gt;
E a luz da televisão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/fagner-e-zeca-baleiro/dezembros-1.html#ixzz16W35dqm4" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dezembros - Fagner.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/fagner-e-zeca-baleiro/dezembros-1.html#ixzz16W35dqm4" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-5161494699250283329?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5161494699250283329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mesmo-sem-rumo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5161494699250283329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5161494699250283329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mesmo-sem-rumo.html' title='E mesmo sem rumo'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TPFoOZ_1QFI/AAAAAAAAACs/35bxiMEqDcM/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-4395340376613467927</id><published>2010-11-21T13:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:53:10.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post nada imenso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TOlN-iheqQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y2Rcr8lQwkE/s1600/maos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TOlN-iheqQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y2Rcr8lQwkE/s200/maos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;tem fui a uma apresentação de meu irmão, e antes, o professor dele (que já foi meu também) Bruno, recitou um Poema no qual fiquei extremamente apaixo&lt;/span&gt;nada...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para que servem as mãos? As mãos servem para pedir, prometer, chamar,  conceder, ameaçar, suplicar, exigir, acariciar, recusar, interrogar,  admirar, confessar, calcular, comandar, injuriar, incitar, teimar,  encorajar, acusar, condenar, absolver, perdoar, desprezar, desafiar,  aplaudir, reger, benzer, humilhar, reconciliar, exaltar, construir,  trabalhar, escrever...... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As mãos de Maria Antonieta, ao receber o beijo de Mirabeau, &lt;br /&gt;
salvou o trono da França e apagou a auréola do famoso revolucionário; &lt;br /&gt;
Múcio Cévola queimou a mão que, por engano não matou Porcena; &lt;br /&gt;
foi com as mãos que Jesus amparou Madalena; &lt;br /&gt;
com as mãos David agitou a funda que matou Golias; &lt;br /&gt;
as mãos dos Césares romanos decidia a sorte dos gladiadores vencidos na arena; &lt;br /&gt;
Pilatos lavou as mãos para limpar a consciência; &lt;br /&gt;
os anti-semitas marcavam a porta dos judeus com as mãos vermelhas como signo de morte! &lt;br /&gt;
Foi com as mãos que Judas pos ao pescoço o laço que os outros Judas não encontram. &lt;br /&gt;
A mão serve para o herói empunhar a espada e o carrasco, a corda; &lt;br /&gt;
o operário construir e o burguês destruir; &lt;br /&gt;
o bom amparar e o justo punir; &lt;br /&gt;
o amante acariciar e o ladrão roubar; &lt;br /&gt;
o honesto trabalhar e o viciado jogar. &lt;br /&gt;
Com as mãos atira-se um beijo ou uma pedra, uma flor ou uma granada, uma esmola ou uma bomba! &lt;br /&gt;
Com as mãos o agricultor semeia e o anarquista incendeia! &lt;br /&gt;
As mãos fazem os salva-vidas e os canhões; &lt;br /&gt;
os remédios e os venenos;&lt;br /&gt;
os bálsamos e os instrumentos de tortura, a arma que fere e o bisturi que salva. &lt;br /&gt;
Com as mãos tapamos os olhos para não ver, e com elas protegemos a vista para ver melhor. &lt;br /&gt;
Os olhos dos cegos são as mãos. As mãos na agulheta do submarino levam o homem para o fundo como os peixes; &lt;br /&gt;
no volante da aeronave atiram-nos para as alturas como os pássaros. &lt;br /&gt;
O autor do «Homo Rebus» lembra que a mão foi o primeiro prato para o alimento e o primeiro copo para a bebida; &lt;br /&gt;
a primeira almofada para repousar a cabeça, a primeira arma e a primeira linguagem. &lt;br /&gt;
Esfregando dois ramos, conseguiram-se as chamas. &lt;br /&gt;
A mão aberta,acariciando, mostra a bondade; &lt;br /&gt;
fechada e levantada mostra a força e o poder; &lt;br /&gt;
empunha a espada a pena e a cruz! Modela os mármores e os bronzes; &lt;br /&gt;
da cor às telas e concretiza os sonhos do pensamento e da fantasia nas formas eternas da beleza. &lt;br /&gt;
Humilde e poderosa no trabalho, cria a riqueza; &lt;br /&gt;
doce e piedosa nos afetos medica as chagas, conforta os aflitos e protege os fracos. &lt;br /&gt;
O aperto de duas mãos pode ser a mais sincera confissão de amor, o melhor pacto de amizade ou um juramento de felicidade. &lt;br /&gt;
O noivo para casar-se pede a mão de sua amada; &lt;br /&gt;
Jesus abençoava com as mãos; &lt;br /&gt;
as mães protegem os filhos cobrindo-lhes com as mãos as cabeças inocentes.&lt;br /&gt;
Nas despedidas, a gente parte, mas a mão fica, ainda por muito tempo agitando o lenço no ar. &lt;br /&gt;
Com as mãos limpamos as nossas lágrimas e as lágrimas alheias. &lt;br /&gt;
E nos dois extremos da vida, quando abrimos os olhos para o mundo e quando os fechamos para sempre ainda as mãos prevalecem.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando nascemos, para nos levar a carícia do primeiro beijo, são as mãos maternas que nos seguram o corpo pequenino. &lt;br /&gt;
E  no fim da vida, quando os olhos fecham e o coração pára, o corpo gela e  os sentidos desaparecem, são as mãos, ainda brancas de cera que  continuam na morte as funções da vida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;MONÓLOGO DAS MÃOS - Ghiaroni (imortalizado por Procópio Ferreira). &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-4395340376613467927?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4395340376613467927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-nada-imenso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4395340376613467927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/4395340376613467927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-nada-imenso.html' title='Post nada imenso...'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TOlN-iheqQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y2Rcr8lQwkE/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-3786024176907987944</id><published>2010-11-11T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:01:32.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou feliz, agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNwvVK4oD3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XzKRYUffjDg/s1600/feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNwvVK4oD3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XzKRYUffjDg/s200/feliz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hm, desta vez eu to tão bem que esquecerei figuras de linguagens, palavras complexas ou frases subentendidas.&lt;br /&gt;
Pensei então em como começar esse post, já que não gosto de dizer como extamente estou, e quase fiz uma retrospectiva. Decidi então apagar.&lt;br /&gt;
O fato é que, o ano não foi muito legal, (na verdade não gosto de ano par), enfim, o final dele está me surpreendendo. Tantas coisas boas vem acontecendo que eu simplesmente criei uma vontade pra viver cada dia. Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;
Dentre minhas felicidades, meu livro Pollyanna, e eis uma parte dele que mostra realmente o que eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"... as cidades não são como bolos de cobertura... de qualquer modo, mesmo os bolos não se conservam tão bem. Já experimentei e ficam secos demais, especialmente a cobertura. Reconheço que temos de aproveitar a cobertura e os bons momentos enquanto estão acontecendo; por isso quero ver tudo que puder ver enquanto estou aqui."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pollyanna Moça - Eleanor H. Porter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-3786024176907987944?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3786024176907987944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-feliz-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3786024176907987944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3786024176907987944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-feliz-agora.html' title='Sou feliz, agora'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNwvVK4oD3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XzKRYUffjDg/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-7617593588113052831</id><published>2010-11-07T17:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:00:13.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Determine o que te convém, uma partícula de lógica, que lógica?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNcSlNL2nUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zJg9dtbirMY/s1600/ATT00001..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNcSlNL2nUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zJg9dtbirMY/s320/ATT00001..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ás vezes, as correntes que nos impedem de sermos livres são mais mentais do que físicas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Deni, pra você. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-7617593588113052831?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7617593588113052831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/determine-o-que-te-convem-uma-particula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7617593588113052831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/7617593588113052831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/determine-o-que-te-convem-uma-particula.html' title='&quot;Determine o que te convém, uma partícula de lógica, que lógica?&quot;'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNcSlNL2nUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zJg9dtbirMY/s72-c/ATT00001..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-5312855471217439807</id><published>2010-11-07T13:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:36:21.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em uma cena de novela...</title><content type='html'>- Você conhece remédio para dor de amor?&lt;br /&gt;
- Tempo, so o tempo cura tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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É, deu vontade de colocar isso aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eis a cena : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSqg3xIZiYg&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- E se o tempo não for capaz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-5312855471217439807?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5312855471217439807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/em-uma-cena-de-novela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5312855471217439807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/5312855471217439807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/em-uma-cena-de-novela.html' title='Em uma cena de novela...'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-3995090440880066604</id><published>2010-11-07T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:40:01.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chore, grite, ame, e diga que valeu;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNbINVSUQbI/AAAAAAAAACI/D9HkRbt9zIo/s1600/sorveteria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNbINVSUQbI/AAAAAAAAACI/D9HkRbt9zIo/s200/sorveteria.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...que doeu, que daqui pra frente só vai melhorar. Perdoe, insista,  respeite, ame novamente.. Lembre-se que amanhã pode ser muito tarde.  Muito tarde para perdoar, pra dizer 'eu te amo', muito tarde pra dizer  volte pra mim.. Não leve a vida tão a sério. Descomplique, quebre  regras, perdoe rápido, ame de verdade, ria descontroladamente e nunca  lamente nada que tenha feito você sorrir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-3995090440880066604?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3995090440880066604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/chore-grite-ame-e-diga-que-valeu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3995090440880066604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3995090440880066604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/chore-grite-ame-e-diga-que-valeu.html' title='chore, grite, ame, e diga que valeu;'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TNbINVSUQbI/AAAAAAAAACI/D9HkRbt9zIo/s72-c/sorveteria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-3439293801377773691</id><published>2010-10-26T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:25:19.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas coisas, dois tempos em uma só musica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Um dia eu te disse:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não faz assim, não vá pra lá &lt;br /&gt;
Meu coração vai se entregar à tempestade &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora te digo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me diz, foi só amor ou medo de ficar sozinho outra vez? &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A chuva já passou por aqui, eu mesma que cuidei de secar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Quem foi que te ensinou a rezar? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Que santo vai brigar por você? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Que povo aprova o que você fez? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Devolve aquela minha TV que eu vou de vez &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Não há porque chorar por um amor que já morreu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Deixa pra lá, eu vou, adeus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Meu coração já se cansou de falsidade &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/marcelo-camelo/santa-chuva.html#ixzz13VhQovaf" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa Chuva - Marcelo Camelo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/marcelo-camelo/santa-chuva.html#ixzz13VhQovaf" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/marcelo-camelo/santa-chuva.html#ixzz13VgpjL3t" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-3439293801377773691?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3439293801377773691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/duas-coisas-dois-tempos-em-uma-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3439293801377773691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/3439293801377773691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/duas-coisas-dois-tempos-em-uma-so.html' title='Duas coisas, dois tempos em uma só musica.'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-1841144827740327491</id><published>2010-10-24T17:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:26:27.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Condicional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Os dias que eu me vejo só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  São dias que eu me encontro mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  E mesmo assim eu sei tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  existe alguém pra me libertar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Los Hermanos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-1841144827740327491?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1841144827740327491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/los.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/1841144827740327491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/1841144827740327491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/los.html' title='Condicional.'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-8039123912354931773</id><published>2010-10-24T16:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:38:22.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre lembrar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amores  vão e vêm enquanto as suas conquistas pessoais serão sempre suas.  Transforme a busca pela reconstrução do seu coração em um objetivo de  vida. Transforme este objetivo em uma meta e, consequentemente, brinde a  cada vitória. Quando você menos esperar, ficar em pé e voltar à ser  feliz, serão atitudes que retornarão a sua rotina naturalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-8039123912354931773?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8039123912354931773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-sempre-lembrar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/8039123912354931773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/8039123912354931773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-sempre-lembrar.html' title='Para sempre lembrar.'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854358231702967495.post-2953610315796102883</id><published>2010-10-20T15:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:06:56.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambo e Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O meu bloco tem sem ter e ainda assim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sambo bem è dois por mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bambo e só, mas sambo, sim"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2854358231702967495-2953610315796102883?l=bamboeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2953610315796102883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/2953610315796102883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2854358231702967495/posts/default/2953610315796102883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bamboeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Bambo e Só'/><author><name>Pollyana Giffoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08031776438059503128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1i4cXeZUnQ/TMSPIWis-vI/AAAAAAAAABk/liqhjpTs0ww/S220/OgAAAEHUokdrXJF3fEeMCn9S40Zt6xbyDJ0B5xmh0d3AjJPV828RfNqPg3NQc2sDE6LdPYsGKQs6GExGg5vTUzPHr1wAm1T1UKMvV0iMkYq66SNWO7EELbCzX1hp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
