<?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-4047234579813396611</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:12:44.310-08:00</updated><category term='Um certo jardim tranquilo'/><category term='Gotas de Orvalho'/><title type='text'>Blá Blá Blá Maluco</title><subtitle type='html'>"..Por que uma hora Todo Mundo Cresce.."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7460187687365109867</id><published>2010-12-29T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:40:43.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fechado pra Balanço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- retorno em breve!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-7460187687365109867?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7460187687365109867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7460187687365109867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7460187687365109867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7460187687365109867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-540880415367429343</id><published>2009-12-15T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:04:37.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço de Final de Ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bom, não preciso dizer que esta época do ano é super favorável a este tipo de atitude..e analisamos tudo o que passou o que queremos para o próximo ano, e prometemos como prometemos mudanças... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desde entrar naquela calça que esta guardada novinha esperando vc criar vergonha e emagrecer no mínimo 5 quilos, até a aquela promoção no trabalho que claro só depende de vc, mas que ainda não rolou por que vc insiste em chegar vários dias virado da balada comprometendo o seu rendimento e claro sua aparência que sempre esta semelhante a um Morto Vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E comigo não seria diferente, aliás a palavra DIFERENÇA, esta presente aqui no meu mundinho particular tem pelo menos uns 2 meses, nunca senti tanta necessidade de fazer DIFERENTE, por que é hora de crescer, e desfrutar de todos os privilégios que se tem em ser dona do próprio nariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E como isso da medo, o medo de passar mais um ano estagnada, mais como eu disse no começo do post, não quero objectivos que fujam do possível, prefiro coisas palpáveis..entrar sim naquela calça bacana e ter o meu canto ..ser reconhecida pelo bom trabalho feito..e ter tranquilidade pra entender que, sim! pode acontecer muita coisa errada no caminho mais que mesmo assim nada será capaz de me fazer parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me perguntaram o que eu estou fazendo HOJE para que Grande Virada aconteça na minha na minha vida?! E acordei sentindo a necessidade de fazer algo, por menor que seja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E vc o que anda fazendo para Virar o Jogo da sua Vida?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Tudo bem o texto esta parecendo texto de Auto Ajuda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais o sentimento de ano novo vida nova é algo que espalha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a entrada do mês de Dezembro de uma forma inevitável. (risos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Beijos ..flores e amores !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-540880415367429343?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/540880415367429343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=540880415367429343&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/540880415367429343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/540880415367429343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/balanco-de-final-de-ano.html' title='Balanço de Final de Ano!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2603101484634100459</id><published>2009-12-09T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:57:43.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias de Chuva ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria tanto entender, acho ando querendo demais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amores que nunca se encontram .. possibilidade infinitas e mesmo assim o desencontro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O desejo de crescer e quando se é grande a saudade de ser pequena...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma saudade de algo indefinido, as vezes do cheiro de bolinho de chuva e dos berros da minha avó pedindo pra eu não roubar os seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quitutes&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A certeza deste tempo que não volta, queria muito um pó de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pirim&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pim&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pim&lt;/span&gt; só pra ter tudo isso quando eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sentisse&lt;/span&gt; falta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A descoberta de tantos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eus&lt;/span&gt; dentro de mim que em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vês&lt;/span&gt; de me encontrar acabo me perdendo mais..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a sensação de que se perder as vezes, na grande maioria delas é bom demais..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Universo confuso ?...Mundo nada perfeito ..mais mesmo assim ainda bem cara de Juliana.. Ju..Jujuba..Rosa Canela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ando em ritmo lento ..acho que é o excesso de trabalho, desculpem se mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; não estiver coerente*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Beijos e flores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2603101484634100459?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2603101484634100459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2603101484634100459&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2603101484634100459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2603101484634100459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/dias-de-chuva.html' title='Dias de Chuva ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-8561777699142134228</id><published>2009-12-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:33:03.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! Mais que M%#@!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oi&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Acho que ando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tímida&lt;/span&gt; para escrever, sei lá vergonha da demora ou de contar algo que nunca muda, coração maldito viu?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Analisando os fatos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje vindo pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; (acreditem ainda não comprei o PC..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;humf&lt;/span&gt;) deparei com uma cena daquelas tão normais no nosso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cotidiano&lt;/span&gt;, mas que veio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;calhar&lt;/span&gt; com o que eu acordei sentindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uma moça discutia, ou melhor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esbravejava&lt;/span&gt;  com um rapaz que aparentemente tentava encontrar nas nuvens a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;distracção&lt;/span&gt; ideal pra não ouvir absolutamente nada do que ela dizia.. Sim! Era uma típica D.R* com todas as melhores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;caracteristicas&lt;/span&gt;. Enquanto ela falava do que poderia ter sido o dia e do que ele poderia ter feito e ela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt;, me afastava da cena pensando no por que de tudo aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E só encontrei uma explicação, EXPECTATIVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E foi ai que tudo fez sentido, ou que deixou de fazer (risos)..a minha noite de ontem foi de expectativas muitas aliás e obviamente frustradas, afinal este é o fim de "quase" todas as expectativas humanas. E ate este momento me questiono o porque disso, seria tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; simples não esperar, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;planejar&lt;/span&gt; nada e deixar que tudo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;acontecesse&lt;/span&gt; assim casualmente, mas acreditem TODOS nós esperamos algo de alguém..e quando este alguém é tão especial e creditado nesta pessoa todas as Fixas..ai a queda é sempre maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje eu gostaria só de uma única coisa: -Não esperar mais nada de ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só pra não correr o risco de passar uma noite na balada chorando por que a mulher da sua vida ta ali na sua frente, com OUTRA. sendo que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;planejado&lt;/span&gt; por ambas as partes não foi este!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E Acreditem o sentimento que me invade não é de raiva ou de Tristeza...é de pura Indignação..por esperar demais de mim e de todas as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A vida foge da Ética e sempre nos envolvemos em situações não muito ortodoxas ..então por que o meu pedido é tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;..só quero acordar sem esperar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; me ligar e se ligar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; ..mais sem aquele processo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pisicótico&lt;/span&gt; de ansiedade ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;No meu estado normal eu diria que amo este tipo de situação, mais no auge dos meus 27 anos juro que não tenho mais saco pra isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; 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Mais que M%#@!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3438761164286591705</id><published>2009-12-03T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:17:21.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Volta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo...voltei !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Voltei diferente, acho que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;palavra&lt;/span&gt; é mesmo esta DIFERENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As coisas andam tão confusas, pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;váriar&lt;/span&gt; ..acho que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;confusão&lt;/span&gt; faz parte da minha vida e as vezes penso que é mesmo melhor assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nada no lugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas ainda sim Feliz de certa forma... senti falta de escrever ..expressar...e ver como a vida de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vcs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt; é confusa na maioria das vezes e simples de vez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enquando&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sugestão do Dia: O Menino do Pijama Listrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bjus&lt;/span&gt; volto depois ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3438761164286591705?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3438761164286591705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3438761164286591705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3438761164286591705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3438761164286591705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-volta.html' title='De Volta !'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1010294031962021255</id><published>2009-07-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:58:15.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece ficção...</title><content type='html'>Rosa amada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo a liberdade de publicar aqui um post do entrelinhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio atordoada pelo súbito da ordem, ela ergue os braços ao nível da cabeça. Olhos estatelados, fixos no metal negro. O rosto de moleque, incompatível com o vazio dos olhos e o ácido da voz, repetia "Pro chão, pro chão! Pega o dinheiro! Isso é um assalto!". Era um menino bonito até, não mais que 15 anos de idade. Segurando aquela arma fria, sem vida, ceifadora de vidas, parecia uma caricatura de Rambo, de Bradoc, ou um Dadinho qualquer da Cidade de Deus. Mas a pele branca, os cabelos lisos não conseguiam enganar a quem olhasse suas mãos armadas.&lt;br /&gt;Em direção ao chão seus joelhos dobram e ela se "esconde" rente à parede. Olhos fechados. Ouvidos atentos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz a gritar "Polícia!" rasga o denso silêncio entre os computadores.&lt;br /&gt;A Lan House torna-se câmara de eco para os estampidos.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos ainda fechados, ela perde a conta.&lt;br /&gt;Dois baques surdos no chão. O garoto e o comparsa ficam no piso gelado. Em breve estarão com a mesma temperatura. Terão a cor arroxeada e uma aura vermelha a contornar seus corpos.&lt;br /&gt;Os pobres e assustados usuários lentamente se desentocam. Um deles sangrava na cabeça. Tiro de raspão. Irá sobreviver. Uma menina treme daqui; outra chora acolá. Um rapaz espana a poeira que grudara a suas roupas. Três moças saem do minúsculo banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Saindo de baixo da bancada do computador, ela percebe que a 2 palmos de seus pés estão os cadáveres dos marginais. Um deles ainda tem espasmos - é a morte entrando e a vida se despedindo. Uma náusea que jamais sairá daquele corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Bombeiros, polícia civil, polícia militar, curiosos, fita de isolamento. Chá de cadeira na delegacia. Horas intermináveis a escoerem juntamente com as gotas da chuva na janela. E tudo em que ela consegue pensar é na garotinha de 3 anos e olhos brilhantes que a aguarda em casa.&lt;br /&gt; ...........&lt;br /&gt;Parece ficcção, neh?  Pena que tenha sido real. E que "ela" seja eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda atordoada pelo susto e pelo barulho dos tiros, fico pensando que morei mais de 20 anos em Sampa - a capital e nunca passei por algo semelhante lá. Hoje em dia moro na segunda maior cidade do MS. Mas, foi na cidadezinha da minha mãe (que não chega aos 20 mil habitantes) que isso me aconteceu... confuso, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... como diz a música... I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos orvalhados a &lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;tod@s&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1010294031962021255?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1010294031962021255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1010294031962021255&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1010294031962021255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1010294031962021255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/parece-ficcao.html' title='Parece ficção...'/><author><name>Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556740651333793050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HStF7s5T41M/R6HUMzYx20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/PJ46ne6EI9E/S220/1529421%5B2%5D.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-8682346412250037935</id><published>2009-06-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:55:46.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faxina ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SjQD12Ygg7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ACFQKTEAbB0/s1600-h/faxina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346902881261880242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SjQD12Ygg7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ACFQKTEAbB0/s400/faxina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pensamentos soltos em uma cabeça que em geral costuma ser bem vazia ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ando me organizando em uma faxina daquelas e tira mesmo todos os pózinhos do lugar ...cada coisinha velha sendo jogada fora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lembrei que o novo sempre pede espaço..não me cabe mais sentimentos antigos..lembranças hábitos ..vicios ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nossa! como toda boa faxina cansa e a minha não poderia ser diferente, juro que por um momento achei que não fosse conseguir organizar tudo, e finalmente jogar fora esperanças falsas que não me deixavam andar, as angústicas guardadas lá no fundo e que foram acumulando..acumulando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não imaginava que as expectativas, as frustrasções, os "deixa pra lá" fossem assim como aqueles parentes folgados que vão ficando ficando e quando menos esperamos já fazem parte do nosso dia dia ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me comprometi a não reclamar mais, mudar ...mudar pra ser feliz ..ter momentos felizes ...e aceitar que a perfeição não existe e que erros ..estes vão sempre fazer parte da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinto falta de levar a vida mais na flauta ..como diria minha amadissimaaaaa Mãe ..rs tudo com aquela leveza de dia de Domingo de sol ..ou dia de chuva com bolinhos em baixo do cobertor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mais como diria mesmo a música "Um certo dia resolvi mudar, e fazer tudo o que eu queria fazer" (Rita Lee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E precisava contar que essa experiência esta sendo única ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bjus e espero que tudo esteja limpinho ai no coração de vcs !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-8682346412250037935?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8682346412250037935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=8682346412250037935&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8682346412250037935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8682346412250037935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/faxina.html' title='Faxina ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SjQD12Ygg7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ACFQKTEAbB0/s72-c/faxina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7217245394341531672</id><published>2009-05-11T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:08:55.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SgiBHm-bedI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jIA1Rg0EsMo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334655726341814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SgiBHm-bedI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jIA1Rg0EsMo/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Olá ..mais um chá de sumiço (risos) aiii a correria do dia a dia tem me deixado loca ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Casamento ..filho...e um trabalho super maluco que eu sem dúvidas não deixo por nada ..amo a correria de tudo isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hoje andando pelas ruas da minha cidade..fiquei pensando no que me faltava pra ser ainda mais feliz , o ser humano é um eterno insastifeito mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sei lá ..cheguei a conclusão de que me falta coragem ...pra dizer mais não ..e ser menos pasiva diante das situações..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Coragem pra reagir...dar a volta por cima mesmo ...aquela disposição pra simplismente ignorar o que os outros vão dizer já anda faltando por aqui...fora que preciso parar de sofrer por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Acho que a idade vem chegando e tudo muda, a forma de pensar ...a saudade ...a falta de coragem ..aquele cansaço e pensar que tudo vai continuar sempre a mesma coisa ...sei que não vai ...sei que depende de mim e muito pra que tudo mude ...massss ...o maldito mass ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Planejamos tantas coisas ... o tempo todo ...relacionamentos ...bens ...estabilidade ..ai ando precisando parar de planejar e fazer mais ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Outra reflexão :.. Dia das Mães ...aiiiii já xorei tanto na festinha do Samuel ...imagina quando a Maria Eduarda já estiver por aqui ...nossa acho que vou virar uma poça de lágrimas ...kkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tem coisa mais linda do que aquela mãozinha pequinina procurando a sua ...aiiii to apaixonada pela idéia ...a fila de adoção ta demorada ... mais to ansiosa e esperançosa mais do que nunca !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bom por enquanto é isso ...espero encontrar minha coragem por ai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Enquanto isso vou seguindo ...não posso mesmo parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que a coragem não me falte, ao acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que o olhar não se turve, se chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que os ombros não se curvem, se pesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que o sorriso não esmoreça, se gelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que o meu passo não vacile, se doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que o sonho não desista, se sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que as mãos não se fechem, se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que o medo não me vença, se vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que, enfim, o dia nasça devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E a lua, devagar, vá descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que eu preciso de mim para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E não passo sem aquilo que sei ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Carrilho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos ..estrelados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-7217245394341531672?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7217245394341531672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7217245394341531672&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7217245394341531672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7217245394341531672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/coragem.html' title='Coragem..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SgiBHm-bedI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jIA1Rg0EsMo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5006487112354855573</id><published>2009-04-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:39:26.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xô Tristeza - Dia 13 que não existe mais ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para a tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Companheira, sei que você vai chorar quando ler esta carta, mas quero deixar de ver você por uns tempos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vai ser difícil para mim, pois me acostumei à sua presença, porém não vejo mais motivos para continuarmos juntas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não nego sua importância; em diversos momentos difíceis da minha vida você permaneceu comigo, mesmo quando todos se afastaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só que, com você, sinto que não ando para a frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esse seu pessimismo me atrapalha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho tentado evitar você de todas as maneiras, e isso não é legal. Ainda mais porque sei que se magoa por qualquer coisinha. Mas basta você chegar e lá se vai minha alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não agüento mais os seus assuntos mórbidos, a sua cara desanimada. Até sexo, com você, ficou sem graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nada mais broxante do que gente que chora durante a transa. Perdi anos de minha vida ao seu lado, tristeza, acreditando em tudo que você dizia. Que o amor não existe e o mundo não tem jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Você é péssima conselheira para suas parceiras - que o digam a Marilyn e a Sylvia*. Agora, chegou a hora de dar chance à alegria, que há muito tem mostrado interesse em passar uns tempos comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ela me elogia, sabe? Você? O único elogio que eu lembro de ter ouvido de você foi que eu fico bem de olheiras. Veja bem: não estou dizendo que quero acabar com você para sempre. Sei que estou presa a você, de uma forma ou de outra, pelo resto da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E podemos muito bem ter os nossos momentinhos juntas, aos domingos ou em longas tardes de poesia. Só não posso é continuar à mercê dos seus péssimos humores, dia após dia, sabendo que você nunca irá mudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chega de fornecer moradia à sua pesada existência. Desde pequena, abro mão de muita coisa pela sua companhia. Festas a que não fui porque você não me deixou ir, paisagens lindas nas quais não reparei porque você exigiu de mim total atenção, amigas que perdi porque insisti em levar você comigo a todos os lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ora, tristeza, tente ao menos ser mais leve. Sorria de vez em quando, pare um pouco de se lamentar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ou vai continuar sendo assim: ninguém querendo ficar com você. Não vou cobrar o que deixei de ganhar por sua má influência, pois sei que tristezas não pagam dívidas. Mas quero de volta meus discos de dance music, que você tirou da prateleira. E minhas roupas estampadas, que sumiram do meu armário depois que você se instalou aqui. Por favor, não tente entrar em contato comigo com as mesmas velhas razões de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não é a fria lógica dos seus argumentos que irá guiar meu coração daqui por diante. Quero ver a vida por outros olhos, que não os seus. Quero beber por outros motivos, que não afogar você dentro de mim. Cansei da sua falta de senso de humor, do seu excesso de zelo. Vá resolver as suas carências em outro endereço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como me disse o Lulu, hoje de manhã, no carro, a caminho do trabalho: "Não te quero mal, apenas não te quero mais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fernanda Young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Ps..Acabei com o Dia 13 ..ele verdadeiramente não existe mais ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beijos ...flores ...e amores ...passo com mais tempo ...pra contar as novidades e olha !! são muitasssssssssss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5006487112354855573?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5006487112354855573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5006487112354855573&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5006487112354855573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5006487112354855573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/xo-tristeza-dia-13-que-nao-existe-mais.html' title='Xô Tristeza - Dia 13 que não existe mais ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-438275836859939003</id><published>2009-03-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:35:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Mãe ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SbXfyIzXNYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/28_2XG0JZsY/s1600-h/mamis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311397388002735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SbXfyIzXNYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/28_2XG0JZsY/s320/mamis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje entre tantas coisas que tenho pensado em contar a vocês, resolvi contar sobre a mágica experiênciaque tenho vivênciado por estes dias: Ser Mãe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri que nem sempre é preciso crescer a barriga e ver os seios encherem de leite pra que isso de fato aconteça, muito embora eu tenha planejado que tudo fosse exatamente desta forma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Primeira novidade é que estou praticamente casada (mais isso é uma história longa que contarei em um outro post) e me descobri Mãe de um Menino de 3 anos e 5 meses, chamado Samuel, lindo e extremamente vivaz, olhos sempre brilhantes como se o mundo não oferecesse ameaça nenhuma, como se tudo fosseapenas uma brincadeira. Acordar, Brincar, Ir para a escola, em fim toda a rotina que reclamamos tanto, para ele tudo é festa..ele verdadeiramente não se da conta do quanto mudou e muda todos os dias a minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo bem, ser mãe eu tenho que reconhecer que não é a missão mais fácil do mundo, e por muitas horas a paciência falta principalmente por que sempre ouvimos (nós mães não naturais) que nunca vamos entender por que não somos mães de fato e como é dificil ajudar a educar o filho dos outros, o quanto é dificil nos calar e muitas vezes opniar sobre o futuro de alguém tão pequenino ainda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei dizer o quanto tudo isso tem mudado a minha vida, mais sinto que sou cada dia mais mãe, mesmo não sendo meu no papel, mais concerteza é meu no coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps*Depois de muito tempo com esta idéia arquivada, finalmente entrei pra fila da adoção, "Nada é fácil..até que damos o primeiro passo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de muito tempo o sol brilha por aqui e já tem até criança brincando no meu jardim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos a Todos e muitos risos alegres pra a semana de vcs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-438275836859939003?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/438275836859939003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=438275836859939003&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/438275836859939003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/438275836859939003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-mae.html' title='Ser Mãe ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SbXfyIzXNYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/28_2XG0JZsY/s72-c/mamis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5196664036400975231</id><published>2009-02-15T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:38:29.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que não consegui "ainda" explicar!</title><content type='html'>Olá ..&lt;br /&gt;Existem milhares de coisas que não conseguimos explicar, mais particurlamente eu "ainda" tenho dificuldades de entender as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto que estou conseguindo ficar longe, tudo volta e parece que ainda sinto o cheiro do cabelo molhado dela ..e ouço todas as suas critícas antes de sair pro trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Processo de readaptação e pessoas maravilhosas a vida anda colocando em meu caminho. É não tenho o que reclamar tenho um emprego maravilhoso, gosto de verdade do que eu faço..mas ela sempre ela as voltas no meu pensamento, nem eu consigo entender ou explicar esta relação de dependência que se cria ao ter um relacionamento e esta abstinência..a falta.. a imensa necessidade de estar apenas perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo explicar como derrepente abrimos espaço pra tantas outras coisas e pessoas, é como um vicio que aparentemente vencido por vezes ainda sentimos a recaída nos rondando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais falar e escrever sobre um amor que se foi, por mais pano pra manga que dê (me perdoem os poetas e todos os que escrevem tão bem sobre este prazer ou dor) cansa..e entender as pessoas e suas nuances também cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito embora seja fascinante estes laços feitos e desfeitos..a vida pede sempre mais !&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem saber explicar sinto uma força que empurra meus passos para frente, passos vacilantes ainda, sim sempre em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol reina aqui e não permitirei que nuvens estraguem meu dia ..o meu Jardim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos estrelados e estralados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5196664036400975231?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5196664036400975231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5196664036400975231&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5196664036400975231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5196664036400975231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/coisas-que-nao-consegui-ainda-explicar.html' title='Coisas que não consegui &quot;ainda&quot; explicar!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3709333362715881880</id><published>2009-02-02T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:18:16.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo ..e o amor que um dia existiu!</title><content type='html'>Oi Pessoas lindas que amo..rs (saudades mesmo de vcs)!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje depois de muito tempo em recesso resolvi voltar ... pra dizer que o "Tempo" anda me fazendo muito bem ...&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa aconteceu por aqui ..o coração ainda esta machucadinhu, mais como diria um grande amigo (MAX PSYCO) "Amor só FODE com TUDO!! hauahuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È ela foi mesmo embora e deixou aqui uma saudade sem tamanho, assim simples me contou seus motivos e juro que pra mim todos eram muito esfarrapados, e a verdade cá pra nós sempre vem a tona ..não demorou muito e soube que ela já não estava aqui ao meu lado a um tempo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais de verdade..por mais amor que eu tenha (E eu tenhu acreditem!)foi bom perder..sentir que o tempo leva mesmo as pessoas pra longe e que nem sempre somos capazes de controlar, pra ser bem sincero nunca somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade? esta as vezes doi tanto que chega a ser fisíco..insuportável, mais eu sei passa, e comigo não seria diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo ...eita palavrinha boa ..espero que ele passe bem de pressa ..e seja bonzinhu comigo rs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas neste Jardim andam meio nubladas, mais hoje já consigo ver um Solzinhu entre todas as nuvens me avisando que a tempestade já passou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos amores e Flores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3709333362715881880?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3709333362715881880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3709333362715881880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3709333362715881880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3709333362715881880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-tempo-e-o-amor-que-um-dia-existiu.html' title='O Tempo ..e o amor que um dia existiu!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-581154768268274865</id><published>2009-01-17T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:20:27.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotas de Orvalho'/><title type='text'>Sobre as pessoas e gostar delas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nossa.... Faz tempo que não apareço para postar por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Todas as desculpas do mundo por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.....Sobre as pessoas e gostar delas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre me perguntei se haveria um propósito para isso: gostar, apaixonar-se, amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pessoas são muito complicadas para que sintamos essas coisas por elas. Afff. Algumas despertam nossa ira, outras nossa piedade. Tem também as que nos fascinam, as que nos dão o melhor de si e aquelas que parecem fazer de tudo para nos fazer sentir mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por que será que insistimos em nos apegar a elas, com todos os defeitos que podem ter? Com todos os males que algumas acabam nos causando? Mesmo que outras nos manipulem e usem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É estranho gostar dos seres humanos. Tanto que há várias pessoas que preferem os animais. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas... minha humanidade me impede de me afastar dos seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu, por exemplo, tenho um saco cheio de defeitos e uma valise com algumas qualidades. E, mesmo sendo tão desproporcional a relação entre qualidades e defeitos, tem gente que consegue gostar de mim. O mesmo se aplicando a muita gente que conheço. Conheço de cor os desvios de caráter. Mas uma qualidade que seja é suficiente para me fazer esquecer a falta de virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diria que gostamos de pessoas porque somos capazes (a maioria de nós) de identificar nelas coisas que sabemos ter em nós (boas e/ou ruins). Também pode ser porque necessitamos de companhia - que me perdoem os gatinhos, cães, plantinhas etc - humana, porque, nessas horas, os iguais eh que se atraem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iguais na vontade de ser feliz. Iguais na capacidade de perdoar. Iguais na necessidade de perdão. Iguais na carência. Iguais na busca de complemento às qualidades e aceitação aos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostamos de pessoas porque, cada uma, em particular e coletivamente, nos serve como espelho. Para o bem e para o mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E, talvez essa seja a grande busca da vida: encontrar um espelho em que possamos nos mirar, ver o que realmente somos. E entender que podemos ser infinitamente melhores quando estamos junto a esse alguém. Além, é claro, de poder saborear o prazer de poder proporcionar o mesmo a essa pessoinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coisa tão complicada quanto as pessoas, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas... acima de tudo... não abro mão desse labirinto de espelhos que é a vida. Em alguns espelhos nos vemos melhores, em outros piores. Entretanto... vale a pena exercitar o olhar. Vai que numa dessas contemplações o nosso não se cruza com o olhar da pessoa certa...&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;Beijos Orvalhados da Dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-581154768268274865?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/581154768268274865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=581154768268274865&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/581154768268274865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/581154768268274865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-as-pessoas-e-gostar-delas.html' title='Sobre as pessoas e gostar delas'/><author><name>Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556740651333793050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HStF7s5T41M/R6HUMzYx20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/PJ46ne6EI9E/S220/1529421%5B2%5D.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6359359133341139386</id><published>2009-01-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:47:18.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusa ..mais ainda aqui !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SWgZgnLxNTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xIGX-Nyq_1A/s1600-h/395968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289505810411500850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SWgZgnLxNTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xIGX-Nyq_1A/s320/395968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ai despois de tanto tempo, como de costume estou aqui pra falar da minha vida por estes dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;As coisas estão assim como eu costumo dizer : Mais ou Menos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;No trabalho as coisas estão bem mais estáveis do que eu poderia imaginar ..mais no campo do coração a turbulência é mais que evidente e hoje vou falar um pouquinhu disso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;A cada dia que passa me convenso de que as coisas do coração não são feitas pra mim.. como é dificil entender as regras impostas em um relacionamento, e juro que nada me entristece mais do que a história do "Eu Posso e VC não Pode" ..sei lá nada anda muito justo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Sei que a amo e isso é maior do que tudo o que ja senti ..mais aprendi a muito que não basta somente amar ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Que existem outros fatores que tornam um relacionamento completo...sólido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Sinto a distância aumentando e isso me amedronta ...sinto tanto medo, quando não encontro a mesma transparência nos atos, nos gestos ...tanto mistério onde antes era só clareza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Natural o Medo...mais não menos dolorido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Emfim ..amo esta mulher e enlouqueço com a confusa sensação de ter e não ter !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ainda dizem que esta é a graça do amor ..rumm...coisa mais sem graça !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Beijos a todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;*Prometo não mais me ausentar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Saudades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6359359133341139386?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6359359133341139386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6359359133341139386&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6359359133341139386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6359359133341139386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/confusa-mais-ainda-aqui.html' title='Confusa ..mais ainda aqui !!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SWgZgnLxNTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xIGX-Nyq_1A/s72-c/395968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3335494968222294584</id><published>2008-12-10T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:51.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olá depois de um tempinho estou aqui denovo..nem vou me desculpar pelo atraso nas postagens pois creio que de agora em diante isso seja mais frenquente do que gostaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bom...muitas coisas andaram acontecendo por estes dias, na verdade as coisas andam acontecendo rapido demais ..tenho trabalhado cada vez mais e ficado cada vez menos com as pessoas que amo e isso é algo que preciso mudar urgentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por falar em pessoas que amamos, hoje na pausa do trabalho estava pensando sobre isso ..como deixamos de lado certezas coisas por conta do trabalho do estudo ..é verdadeiramente não da pra ter tudo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mais acredito tb que os caminhos se distânciam e outros se juntam ao nosso, tantas pessoas já passaram pela minha vida, alguns amigos que não lembro o nome e outros que deixaram ate hoje aquele sabor de saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mais é preciso seguir, encontrar novos amigos e com estes dividir ..somar experiências, mais não posso deixar de dizer que ainda sim sinto saudade de todos os que mesmo por pouco tempo passarm na minha vida ...e a gente vai lembrando de tanta coisa ..desde a melhor amiga da pré escola ;...depois aquele vizinho que nãoo te largava pra nada ..amigos da faculdade e tb aqueles amigos virtuais que vc jurava que iam ficar pra sempre na sua vida ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;É o pra sempre só existe no sentir , parece que o sentir se transforma  mais nunca deixa de existir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Reconheço o fim de ano me deixa muito melancolica, saudosa eu diria ...tempo de fazer balanços do que foi bom ou nem tão bom assim  e planejar e prometer não fazer mais nada de errado ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Será que fui uma boa menina este ano ? ...não sei só sei que quero meu PRESENTE! ...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;" Ando sem tempo pra nada ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;mais mesmo assim vc ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; domina todos meus pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;te amo minha Menina Linda♥"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;música que anda povoando meus pensamentos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;La Plata - Jota Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grana suja,&lt;br /&gt;Grana justa,&lt;br /&gt;Grana fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Grana curta,&lt;br /&gt;Grana pra você comprar ajuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grana sexy,&lt;br /&gt;Grana vídeo,&lt;br /&gt;Grana moda,&lt;br /&gt;Grana vício,&lt;br /&gt;Grana pra você comprar destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pedágio, plágio&lt;br /&gt;A grana do tráfico&lt;br /&gt;Suborno, conforto&lt;br /&gt;A grana do jogo&lt;br /&gt;Grana pra você comprar o almoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quanto vale o show?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale então fazer das tripas coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quanto vale o som?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale a dor?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale a culpa e um pouquinho de atenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grana suja,&lt;br /&gt;Grana justa,&lt;br /&gt;Grana fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Grana curta,&lt;br /&gt;Grana pra você comprar ajuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grana sexy,&lt;br /&gt;Grana vídeo,&lt;br /&gt;Grana moda,&lt;br /&gt;Grana vício,&lt;br /&gt;Grana pra você comprar destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pedágio, plágio&lt;br /&gt;A grana do tráfico&lt;br /&gt;Suborno, conforto&lt;br /&gt;A grana do jogo&lt;br /&gt;Grana super star terceiro mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale o show?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale então fazer das tripas coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quanto vale o som?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale a dor?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale a culpa e um pouquinho de atenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beijos flores e muiiiiitooooss amores ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3623971957848006191</id><published>2008-11-24T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:02:36.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xeiro de Felicidade ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Olá ..primeiramente tenhu que pedir desculpas por tanto tempo sem atualizar, mais com mo treinamento do novo emprego e a falta de PC fica dificil atulizar sempre que sinto vontade !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mais estou por aqui denovo pra contar o que anda acontecendo nestes últimos dias ..esta semana acordei e fiquei um tempo na cama com pensamentos desconexos ...o chamado"Pensando em nada com coisa nenhuma" Logo após organizar estes pensamentos vazios ..senti um cheirinho que me fez lembrar de um época tão distânte cheiro de bolinho de chuva ..feitos pela minha mãe assim pra que eu e meu irmão levássemos pra escola cedo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;rs engraçado como a nossa memória olfativa é incrivel, lembrei assim como se eu assistise a um filme com todos os detalhes ali bem na minha frente ..lembrei da despreocupação da época, do que eu particurlamente chamo de viver com os pés nas nuvens (ser criança pra mim é isso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Pois bem, não contente resolvi relembrar alguns cheiros dos quais sentia saudade, o perfume antigo que eu não usava desde o termino do ultimo namoro ..(esse me fez sentir medo..por todo o sofrimento da época)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;O cheiro bom da minha Mãe quando vinha me da beijo antes de dormir ..(ai este me fez sentir mais dengosa do que nunca ..kk) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;São muitos os cheiros que eu tirei do fundo do baú e que me fizeram chorar , rir ...sentir frio na barriga ...mais o importante disso tudo é que constatei que sim, todas as lembranças e seus aromas estão guardadinhos aqui dentro, de que não perdi e jamais perderei estes presentinhos preciosos que em alguns momentos nos fazem tão bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;É bom saber o quanto somos capazes de deixar marcas nas vidas das pessoas ...quero deixar só marcas boas e mesmo que deixe as ruins ..que elas sirvam de crescimeto e aprendizado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ainda não senti cheiro melhor do que o dela..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E não quero esquecê-lo Jamais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Que seu perfume nunca acabe minha Morena-Flor!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Agora mudando um cadinhu de assunto ..ai vai a música que anda falando por mim estes dias ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;É só isso que sei ..amo aquela mulher e sem ela não existe nem colorido nem preto e branco ..tudo fica cor de tristeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Noite à toa, sentimento de querer bem,&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre a vida traz de volta o que o tempo separou do coração&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de recomeçar sem medo, sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Abrir a porta e caminhar em direção dessa verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que bom que o seu amor me escolheu, que bom que o seu sorriso trouxe a força&lt;br /&gt;Me deu coragem, e o bastante pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu posso seguir tranqüila, sem pressa pra voar&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso chegar bem longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ganhar o Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu só quero o horizonte e você comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3623971957848006191?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3623971957848006191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3623971957848006191&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3623971957848006191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo dias assim levinhos, tranquilos ...mais até dias assim me incomodam , acho que é a grande mania de não estar satisfeita com nada ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei se sou a única a ser assim, mais até a Felicidade me incomoda, sabe o lance de que esmola demais o santo desconfia ?? Pois é ! kkk Papo de garota neurôtica eu acho ...nem vou falar das mudanças na minha vida mesmo por que isso anda sendo repetitivo ..mais esta fase de tranquiliade sempre antecede a grandes tempestades ...e ando louca por isso logo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem ouvi uma pessoa dizendo que não se acostumaria com uma vidinha pacata e morna assim sem emoções e me coloquei a pensar que o quanto de sapo a gente engole em nome da tranquilidade que achamos ser o melhor ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor tranquilo ... Trabalho Sucegado...Não Não Não ..quero amor que me tire o sono ...que mexa comigo e que me faça viver em sobre soltos ...um Trabalho que me faça crescer ..mais que me diga sempre que tenhu que ir mais além ..procurar outras oportunidades ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já sei ! Sou Maluka né ? ...mais não gosto do que acomoda ..do que faz tudo ser a mesmice de sempre ! ..Não gosto do convencional ...nem de padrões ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de inventar ...de ser chamada de maluketis ...e de surpreender ..tem coisa mais gostosa que isso ??...surpreender as pessoas ..contrariar e sempre pro lado bom ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Axo que não ...mais se aguém acha que sim ...me digam ai ...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos ...e muitas boas surpresas !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3962532175474002073?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3962532175474002073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3962532175474002073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3962532175474002073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3962532175474002073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-dia-assim-levinho.html' title='Um dia assim Levinho!!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5974995343011567692</id><published>2008-11-11T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:54:53.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acontecimentos ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passei hoje muito tempo, tentando entender o que nos leva a de verdade amar alguém ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei se são as diferenças ou as semelhanças ..tudo confuso quando o assunto é coração, tenho que admitir que sempre me dei melhor com a parte carnal do relacionamento, simples estinto, desejo ..pele !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais o amor não é feito só disso e sinto que tenho muito o que melhorar nos outros aspectos, hoje resolvi mudar tudo por que me tornar uma pessoa assim perfeita acredito não ser possivel ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolvi falar mais, mas falar de verdade com o coração ...ser mais verdadeira e fazer com que nada atrapalhe o trajeto o rumo que estou dando a minha Vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando aprendendo tanto, periodo de crescimento constante ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantas mudanças ...axo que a minha vida é mesmo uma vida repleta de mudanças ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que sinto por ela não muda só cresce, apesar dos ultimos acontecimento ...só queria saber cmo tirar a mágoa que fica aqui quando algo acontece de errado com a gente ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novidade ...nada de ir pra longe arrumei um trabalho aqui mesmo e bem melhor do que o de longe ...aiiiii tô feliz demais ...mais com medo ...tantos planos ..tantos objetivos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo como sempre andando a mil na minha vida ...e sinto o vento do novo chegando ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheiro de Felicidade no ar ...e mesmo que existam pedras saberei contorna-las ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ótima semana a todos ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xeiros ..Flores e muitos Amores ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Desculpem a Ausência ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ando mesmo sem tempo de postar e andava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;sem idéia de como contar os meus comflitos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ainda bem que ta passando é bom estar de volta .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5974995343011567692?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5974995343011567692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5974995343011567692&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5974995343011567692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5974995343011567692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/acontecimentos.html' title='Acontecimentos ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-984259749600917047</id><published>2008-11-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:52:29.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que toca por aqui ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SRN--qWJFAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/22W63FlQ3XE/s1600-h/rosa%20branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265692004310389762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SRN--qWJFAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/22W63FlQ3XE/s320/rosa%2520branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que anda falando por mim por estes dias ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meu Erro - Paralamas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu quis dizer&lt;br /&gt;Você não quis escutar&lt;br /&gt;Agora não peça&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça promessas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero te ver&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber&lt;br /&gt;O que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer que estar ao seu lado bastaria&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu Deus era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone....&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo querendo eu não vou me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheço os seus passos&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os seus erros&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Então não me chame&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber&lt;br /&gt;O que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer que estar ao seu lado bastaria&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu Deus era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandone jamais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-984259749600917047?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/984259749600917047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=984259749600917047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/984259749600917047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/984259749600917047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-toca-por-aqui.html' title='O que toca por aqui ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SRN--qWJFAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/22W63FlQ3XE/s72-c/rosa%2520branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-8745992317814990433</id><published>2008-10-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:01:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusões da Vida ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SQXzrV_Ws1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j9kx-kYsquw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261879665615090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SQXzrV_Ws1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j9kx-kYsquw/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queria muito entender a Vida ...acredito que isso é aquele tipo de coisa que a gente quer muito mais que nunca consegue ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tudo perfeito, coração feliz como nunca esteve e derrepente, surge uma proposta de emprego inrrecusável ..longe da pessoa que tanto me faz feliz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não condeno mais sua atitude mediante a este fato, sei que não pode me pedir pra ficar, mais no fundo era isso que eu queria ...que vc olhase pra mim e dissese : VC NÃO VAI! ...sei lá acho que mesmo sabendo o final disso, mesmo sabendo que não adiantaria brigar ou esperniar, eu gostaria e me sentiria importante por isso ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tá ! Eu sei que estou sendo infantil ..mais por todo amor que eu sinto e que acredito que vc tb sinta, esperava que vc gritase e olhase com cara de "Nunca" "Jamais"..mais vc se conteve (prefiro acreditar nisso)..e limitou se a dizer que nosso relacionamento não resistiria a distância ..e que me amaria pra sempre ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje eu não sei se senti um misto de admiração ou de decepção ...só sei que doi pensar na partida ..doi cada contato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Confusões que eu não consigo resolver ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sou alguém que sonha alto ...mais o que eu mais quero e segurar na mão dela e sonhar ..por que sonhos assim compartilhados são mais doces ..mesmo sendo dificéis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só quero dividir este sonho e não desisitir de um que vivo agora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já dizia o dito popular : Não se Pode Ter Tudo...mais nem quero tudo ...só quero A Mulher da minha Vida e o Meu Trabalho ..assim semproblemas ...tanto aqui, ou em BH ou na China ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Preciso dela e isso talvez eu nunca tenha coragem de dizer ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Te amo Minha Vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos Rosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-8745992317814990433?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8745992317814990433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=8745992317814990433&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8745992317814990433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8745992317814990433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/confuses-da-vida.html' title='Confusões da Vida ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SQXzrV_Ws1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j9kx-kYsquw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-4515183080839375787</id><published>2008-10-20T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:47:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças ...Positivas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPy76det0xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TZ0oi7NzFoo/s1600-h/Rosa%2520branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259285077882163986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPy76det0xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TZ0oi7NzFoo/s320/Rosa%2520branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;De volta depois demais um final de semana com o meu Anjo..tudo tranqüilo afinal estar com quem amamos é muito bom, melhor ainda é quando nos sentimos amadas no meio em que estamos..é uma sensação de paz ..de alegria quase eufórica ..coisa boa demais pro coração, recarrega qualquer bateria..&lt;br /&gt;Acordei hoje com mil idéias na cabeça, uma necessidade de mudança, então pensei em mudar o blog..talvez o templante ...a forma como ele é escrito ..mais sei lá ..acho de verdade que as mudanças que estão acontecendo aqui comigo, andam mesmo me deixando com essas idéias soltas..rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284382437515202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPy7R-vyn8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/xT29fW-oJwo/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;E pela primeira vez me sinto confiante, acho que dizer que me sinto forte seria demais, mais estou firme e vendo que estas mudanças estão trazendo uma Rosa diferente, bem mais calma certa do que quer de verdade...talvez seja este amor tranqüilo, maduro...conquistado sem presa ..aos poucos e ao mesmo tempo com toda aquela vivacidade da paixonite que faz tudo pegar fogo ...Mas talvez seja mesmo a idade 2.6 a gente começa a ver a vida de uma outra forma ..sem aquele desespero da adolescência..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que a segurança que sinto hoje é algo precioso... E me sinto bem demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objetivos, estes têm aos milhares..mais tenho força para percorrer o caminho..e sei o quanto sou privilegiada por ter Amigos que me ajudam quando acho que não tenho mais forças ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pensando em mudanças ...algumas alterações serão feitas por aqui...postem ai o que vocês acham delas ok ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beijos ..cores e muitoooooos Amores à todos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-4515183080839375787?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPy76det0xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TZ0oi7NzFoo/s72-c/Rosa%2520branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1431970174938592921</id><published>2008-10-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:05:35.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encrencas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUwWDNFuEI/AAAAAAAAATw/7TOU6O1sgHY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257161295400384578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUwWDNFuEI/AAAAAAAAATw/7TOU6O1sgHY/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você definitivamente devia ter ficado em casa com a namorada, naquele programinha pipoca e DVD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois é este final de semana poderia ter sido MARA se não fosse o fato de que eu nunca escuto o mardito do meu sexto sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Festa maneira ...amigos ...e a ex namorada com a atual lá ..(já viu que isso vai dar em MeR%$#% né?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tudo lindo..até que a minha Atual enterpreta mal um olhar meu em direção a ex ...e tudo que eu estava fazendo um puta esforço pra manter equilibrado vai por água a baixo...humf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Até explicar que o certo olhar não tinha absolutamente nada de malicioso ..já estava de orelha inchada (aliás a namorada quando resolve falar JEZUIS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Entre mortos e feridos salvaram-se todos ...mais a ex ainda ta brava comigo sei lá por que ...a atual com os dois pés atraz em relação a segurança do Namoro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aii eu sempre digo ...eu sou do tipo de pessoa que quando resolve tomar jeito parece que piora tudo ...se eu estivesse na gandaia axo que não teria este tipo de problemas ..mais tudo bem a gente tem que crescer e levar as coisas a sério né ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só sei que conselho de amiga ...não combinem EX e ATUAL no mesmo ambiente ...mesmo que seja uma festa super sucegada ...NUNCA da certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUxUX6-PZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PNlaihOxtcI/s1600-h/Ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais mudando de assunto ... ganhei um Meme Pimenta da Anna Oh! - Divã Rosa Choque! e vou responder da melhor forma possivel...rsrs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUxUX6-PZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PNlaihOxtcI/s1600-h/Ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162366113430930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUxUX6-PZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PNlaihOxtcI/s200/Ju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nomear 18 coisas que você quer fazer - Isso é pra provar que esta Rosa não tem nada de PURA hauahuahuahua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1• Um Menáge, mais sem a namorada acho que não tenho todo este desapego pra ver alguém pegando ela assim na minha frente ...rs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2• Ganhar uma Puta de Presente ...isso mesmoo uma Garota de Programa ..e desfrutar os beneficios ..hauhauah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3• Pasmem! ...transar na cama da minha sogra ...hauahua o território é mais vigiado do que a Casa da Moeda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4• Transar ao Ritimo de Let me think About It ...meooo pra mim não tem música mais excitante ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5• Ser Amada mesmo ...daquele jeito sem presa, tocada a cada cm do corpo, e beijada toda mesmooo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6• Ver minha namorada de mulherzinha ...espartilho cinta liga...fio dental ai ai ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7• Transar na escada da casa dela ...Gente tenhu tara por escadas...rs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8• Ser Dominada ...amo quando alguém toma de verdade as rédias da situação...manda e desmanda ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9• Que ela me pegue tipo a força ...com direito a roupa rasgada , palavrões e tapas deliciososs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10• Pode parecer coisa de menina romantiquinha ...mais transar assim lugar calmo ..pode ser praia com aquele marzão na frente ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11• Vendar a namorada e ver ela apavorada com a falta de controle da situação...isso seria mesmo muiito engraçado e excitante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12• Que me chamem de outro nome ...sei lá ..Paula ...Renata..Sheila ...me sentir outra na outra ...ai ai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13• Ir numa casa de Swing...morroooo de curiosidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14• Ganhar dela um Striperrr com direito a dança e tudo pra mim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15• Um final de semana sem sair da cama ... sem por roupa ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16• Fazer um Oral em um Cinema ...e receber claro..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17• Ganhar algo bemmmmm útil de um sex shop...hehe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18• Tudo isso o mais rápido possível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu Repasso para :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;• Cansei de Xuxu - Para Maiores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;• Cansei do Interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;• Entrelinhas e Detalhes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;• Meus Instantes Meus Momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e pra quem mais quizer responder..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom por enquanto é só nebsta minha vida confusa e nada puritana ...hauahuaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos ...flores e amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1431970174938592921?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1431970174938592921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1431970174938592921&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1431970174938592921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1431970174938592921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/encrencas.html' title='Encrencas ...'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SPUwWDNFuEI/AAAAAAAAATw/7TOU6O1sgHY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2527418423762483722</id><published>2008-10-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:46:19.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SOpKABCBBhI/AAAAAAAAATo/ru-LI4ZHDU4/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254093279418451474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SOpKABCBBhI/AAAAAAAAATo/ru-LI4ZHDU4/s320/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem......Abandona tudo e vem .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero te entregar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que restou de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;depois de tantos tropeços,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tantas lutas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tantas buscas,de tantas lágrimas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;derramadas sobre o travesseiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na solidão das noites insones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero te entregar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que a vida me deixou de melhor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apesar de tudoo que me fez sofrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem...vem comigo e recebe de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;além do imenso amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que te dedico,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a ESPERANÇA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de ser feliz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.."Mas o teu amor me cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;De uma loucura qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E' encostar no teu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E se isso for algum defeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Por mim tudo bem.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te amo Minha Menina !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2527418423762483722?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2527418423762483722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2527418423762483722&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2527418423762483722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2527418423762483722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/amor.html' title='Amor ...'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SOpKABCBBhI/AAAAAAAAATo/ru-LI4ZHDU4/s72-c/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5687997942880564019</id><published>2008-09-26T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:24:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós Conhecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SN1e5CSkpFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7lDmzU06EcY/s1600-h/Blog-ALMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250457074544190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SN1e5CSkpFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7lDmzU06EcY/s400/Blog-ALMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Primeiramente ..quero dizer qu estou feliz demais por estar de volta aqui ao Cirandas ..rs..mesmo que a minha ausência tenha sido muito breve ...rs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais deixarei meus agradecimentos para o final hoje ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje cordei pensando em algo que vivem me questionando e eu nunca sei a resposta ..."-Rosa, vc se conhece?"...por mais triste que isso possa parecer tenho que reconhecer que não me conheço...não conheço os meus limites ...no máximo simploria conhecedora dos meus defeitos, por que sim, eles sei bem quais são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não direi por todas as pessoas ...mais direi por mim: - Como é fácil conhecer cada defeito que temos ..descreveria uma infinidade deles, acho que nem se trata de defeitos e sim deficiências que temos diantes de algumas situaçãoes na vida..mais para que este post não fique assim mais vago do que já esta direi a dificildade do "momento".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adimitir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Admitir que não tenho o controle de tudo, e que sim a falta de controle me causa medo (pra ser bem sincera causa pânico...hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Admitir que preciso de ajuda, que não consigo fazer tudo sozinha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Admitir que erro, sou falha e que sim preciso muito do perdão das pessoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Adimitir que as pessoas são sim muitooo importantes na minha vida, absolutamente cada uma delas, sentir que cada um faz o seu trabalho nesta jornada maluka que é a vida e que se o trabalho não for em equipe jamais teremos êxito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Adimitir coisas simples, por exemplo que amo cultivar amigos e que as vezes (muitas vezes) não me faço prsente com deveria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Adimitir que sou pequena mais que me sinto extremente forte quando estou com quem amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Admitir que sinto ciúme de muita coisa ...de amigos ..namorada .. mãe ..pai...afff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Adimitir que tenho que ser alguém melhor ...por mim e por todas as pessoas que por algum motivo me amam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa! e como é dificil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"ADIMITIR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais juro que ando tentando e tenho até conseguido algum progresso ..rsrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só quero um dia 'Adimitir' que sou Feliz sem aquele peso na conciência ...por que ate pra ser feliz de vez em quando me pergunto se mereço..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agradecimentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SN1gfR8xnII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QY82JBTXmVE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250458831094389890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SN1gfR8xnII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QY82JBTXmVE/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bom agora quero agradecer ..ao AMOR AMIGO..da Dew ..que com um gesto de enorme generosidade aceitou o convite de ser colaboradora do "Cirandas de Uma Rosa"..e que nele tem depositado suas palavras sempre tão doces ..amo vc amiga ..amante..mulher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(calma calma gente! ela não é minha namorada...kkkk ) mais é alguém que amo além de qualquer coisa ...pensei num nome que descrevese o que vc é na minha vida ... é : Metade do meu Coração!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Agradeço também aos amigos e colaboradores indiretos ..."Os Meus Preciosos" ..aliás os que aqui estão na minha lista de links ..são os blogueiros que sempre dizem muito de mim em cada postagem...e me ensinam a cada dia a ser melhor ...Uma Mulher melhor ...Uma Amiga melhor..Uma Namorada melhor..Uma Amante melhor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obrigada sempre !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beijos xeios de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-5687997942880564019?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5687997942880564019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5687997942880564019&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5687997942880564019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5687997942880564019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/ns-conhecendo.html' title='Nós Conhecendo'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SN1e5CSkpFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7lDmzU06EcY/s72-c/Blog-ALMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-761994772213970601</id><published>2008-09-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:07:07.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faz uns dias, postei aqui um poema. Agradeço aos que leram e comentaram carinhosamente. Acima de qualquer coisa, agradecimento mais que especial à minha Rosa. Aliás, é exatamente sobre ela que gostaria de escrever hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju Chocolat da Rosa Canela. Uma pessoinha amada, com nome e sobrenome. Não sei quantos já tiveram o prazer de entrar em contato com essa alma perfumada. Mas, podem ter certeza que cada pétala é um mistério e uma delícia. Sempre pensei nela como a esfinge. Um constante decifra-me ou te devoro. Acho que por causa dos olhar. Tem alguma coisa ali que me intriga grandemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Essa rosa que comanda este cantinho tão lindo na esfera virtual da vida tem um humor gostoso, nem simplório nem ácido demais. Fora a risada. Voz de moleca... E um coração sem tamanho. Já deu para perceber que sou apaixonada por ela, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nos conhecemos por intervenção de uma amiga em comum. Isso caminhando para 2 anos. Nem parece. É como se a gente se conhecesse a vida toda. Já trocamos figurinhas sobre "o cravo", sobre a "jaq", sobre a vida, sobre música, trabalho, sonhos, atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ela me conhece muito bem. Só não sei se sou capaz de decifrar essa rosa-esfinge tão querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bom, o que motivou este texto foi a enorme saudade que estou da Rosa. E, quando sentimos falta, é normal lembrar das coisas mais marcantes nas pessoas ou nas coisas pra mantê-las perto. Por querê-la sempre perto é que escrevi. Por amar tanto a essa menina-moça-mulher é que  fico por aqui, remoendo as vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Beijo orvalhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-761994772213970601?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/761994772213970601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=761994772213970601&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/761994772213970601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/761994772213970601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556740651333793050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HStF7s5T41M/R6HUMzYx20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/PJ46ne6EI9E/S220/1529421%5B2%5D.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5550613178030021122</id><published>2008-09-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:18:03.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotas de Orvalho'/><title type='text'>Estréia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Olá, aqui estou eu adentrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; este jardim que cheira a canela. Uma honrosa tarefa, diga-se de passagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Queria poder "começar com o pé direito" e passei boa parte da manhã pensando em mil maneiras de escrever algo digno de ser postado aqui. Mas nada me pareceu bom o suficiente. Logo me vi pensando no quanto sou complicadinha e uma resposta fulminou minha mente... "é claro, é natural, é feminino, oras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, sentada diante do PC, apareceram os versos desse poema que dedico ao Cirandas, e apresento como cartão de visitas permanentes a este espaço tão lindo como a dona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos orvalhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDEBORA%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ser (in)constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui loba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui toda mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui toda verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui sempre em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui uivante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui pensante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui pulsante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui andante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui delirante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui mutante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extravagante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui penitente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui caliente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui cadente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui vidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui contundente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui musa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fui medusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui obtusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já fui eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje sou tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/4047234579813396611-5550613178030021122?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5550613178030021122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5550613178030021122&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5550613178030021122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5550613178030021122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/estria.html' title='Estréia'/><author><name>Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556740651333793050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HStF7s5T41M/R6HUMzYx20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/PJ46ne6EI9E/S220/1529421%5B2%5D.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2278416835894742460</id><published>2008-09-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:02:01.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostra ou Maritaca ...humf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SNEMTNqXRmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4MHw3R6hOm4/s1600-h/can.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246988565087733346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SNEMTNqXRmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4MHw3R6hOm4/s400/can.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bom, cá estou eu, de volta ao meu mundinho.. Senti saudade de escrever o que ando sentindo por estes dias... Mais hoje acho mesmo que a saudade foi maior..e não resistindo voltei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei hoje com aquele ar de "Melhor ficar quieta"..e pensar antes de tomar qualquer atitude ...mais que coisa ..pensar no que ? esta acontecendo alguma coisa ?..Humf .!! tudo loco aqui na minha cabeça ..o coração então aff um emaranhado de sandices..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você provavelmente teria se sentido muito mais feliz se tivesse jogado o despertador na parede ..e desligado o cel pra que ninguém pudesse lhe incomodar? pois é ..hoje é este dia ...&lt;br /&gt;Queria de verdade ter ficado no meu ninho de edredom..assim o dia todo ..pensando em como mudar este meu jeito novo de ser..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Descrevendo o jeito Antigo:&lt;/span&gt; - Antes juro que eu era do tipo : FODA-SE ! Falo o que penso e não sou Baú pra guardar nada.. Muito menos engolir sapos ...(e por um determinado tempo até achei que era feliz assim) ..claro que tinha fama de barraqueira ..mais isso é um pequeno detalhe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Descrevendo o jeito Atual:&lt;/span&gt; - Ando observando mais e falando menos, o pensamento que mais habita minha cabeça é : Por que eu vou brigar por isso se não vai mudar nada ..se nada vai ser diferente ?? (é eu sei...meio conformista demais isso) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais juro que ando cansada de comprar briga, então hoje engolir sapo já não é algo tão inadmissível assim... E ando guardando muita roupa velha neste Baú chamado coração...já não consigo mais expor o que sinto com a mesma clareza ...mais também nem sei o que esperam de mim ..ta ..ta.. Esperam o meio Termo ...a sinceridade com ponderação..mais nunca pensei que isso seria tão difícil pra mim ...ou sou maritaca ou sou uma ostra ...não da pra ser MEIO A MEIO..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SNELOjuECbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0GaBLXCuAgE/s1600-h/aii.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987385597856178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SNELOjuECbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0GaBLXCuAgE/s200/aii.bmp" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá um dia acho que aprendo a ser menos fechada... A olhar as coisas de um terceiro jeito...&lt;br /&gt;Por em quanto só resta essa vontade de voltar pra casa e me esconder no meu edredom. E continuar pensando no que as pessoas esperam de mim ...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que este dia cinzento anda me passando a sensação de tristeza ..espero que logo saia o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2278416835894742460?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2278416835894742460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2278416835894742460&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2278416835894742460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2278416835894742460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/ostra-ou-maritaca-humf.html' title='Ostra ou Maritaca ...humf'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SNEMTNqXRmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4MHw3R6hOm4/s72-c/can.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2695846217204122069</id><published>2008-09-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:47:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões e Devaneios..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SMkEsPXM5II/AAAAAAAAAP4/WAMQelt1Q20/s1600-h/happy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244728399134254210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SMkEsPXM5II/AAAAAAAAAP4/WAMQelt1Q20/s320/happy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olá! Olha eu aqui outra vez !!(risos) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente os 26 anos chegaram e pasmem nada mudou...hauhauah..não ganhei mais cabelos brancos e nem mais juízo.. Não me deram um FOX de presente, mais recebi o maior deles : A constatação de que REALMENTE existem pessoas que me amam ...(mais que um FOX ia ser MARA Ah isso ia ...kkk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não vou escrever hoje sobre o que aprendi com os 2.6 mesmo por que aiiii ta massacrante ficar repetindo que tô chegando nos 3.0...hauhauhha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais direi apenas, enfim mais uma primavera (nossa! breguisímo isso! rs) e que foi tudo tranqüilo e ao mesmo tempo surpreendente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pasmem! A Namorada num surto me deu uma Aliança de Compromisso e tenho que confessar: ADOREI saber que ela também é de carne e osso e que cede a estas convencionalidades...rsrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Estamos cada dia mais próximas e mais ligadas isso independente de Aliança ou não.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais existem de minha parte tantos medos ...sei lá é como se eu realmente não estivesse pronta pra tanto amor, tanto gostar e zelar por alguém. De Verdade acho que ninguém esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sabe aquele problema da medida? Demonstrar o amor... Mais nunca de forma a impor ou sufocar... Ter ciúme mais sem que ele seja o foco de tudo ...Ter medo de perder, mais não permitir que isso afaste ainda mais a pessoa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Em fim o meio termo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tão difícil este MEIO TERMO, o outro é sempre um outro mundo a ser descoberto, desvendado..como se relacionamentos fossem receitas daquele bolo que você faz de "Olho" e vai ajustando aqui e ali conforme cada pessoa ...as vezes acertamos, outras desandamos a receita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ando pensando nisso ...em como não desandar a minha receita de felicidade com ela.&lt;br /&gt;E espero que consiga pelo menos não me encanar tanto com tantos medos..viver mais leve e continuar a achar felicidade em coisas simples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A todos os amigos que aqui passaram ..brigada mesmo pelos votos de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos ..flores e amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2695846217204122069?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2695846217204122069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2695846217204122069&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2695846217204122069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2695846217204122069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/concluses-e-devaneios.html' title='Conclusões e Devaneios..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SMkEsPXM5II/AAAAAAAAAP4/WAMQelt1Q20/s72-c/happy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-811481160530130055</id><published>2008-09-03T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:20:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão pré 26..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SL6ahzD3lJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eEjDQhG5qRs/s1600-h/juju.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241796921738630290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SL6ahzD3lJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eEjDQhG5qRs/s320/juju.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pois é ..esta chegando os 26 anos ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ai! tenho que admitir que ando estranha, talvez mais pensativa..tá ! adimito muito mais neurótica do que antes ..rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Impressinonte os efeitos de um aniversário depois dos 20 anos, antes era tudo motivo de pensar em festa, começava o ano pensando na festa ou no que iria fazer no dia do aniversário..ai o tempo vai passando e começei a pensar no que andava fazendo da minha vida, mesmo assim de forma despretenciosa..acho que a palavra é despreocuada mesmo..rs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mais ontem parece que recebi um xaqualhão do tipo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Acorda Querida você não tem mais 18 aninhos não!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ai na cabeça um monte de perguntas e de incertezas..como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- O que eu fiz da minha vida até agora ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- O que eu construi , o que tenho de MEU??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- Por que eu não tomei vergonha e em 25 (quase 26)anos não emagreci ?? hauhaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dúvidas ...mais como aprendi a ver as coisas por um ângulo positivo, tenho que concluir que fiz muito em 26 anos, posso ate não ter sido e não estar sendo um exemplo de "Garota Bem Sucedida" mais sou o mais importante : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELIZ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Amo e sou muito amada por todos a minha volta ...claro que tem uma meia dúzia que me odeia ..mais isso é o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BÁSICO&lt;/span&gt;..hauhauah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sou a Gordinha mais satisfeita com seu corpo e suas circunferencias ..hauhaua mais as vezes ainda me enfio em regimes malucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pensei em dizer que sou Normal, mais tenho que admitir que não me permito ser normal nunca..nem nas brincadeiras com o sobrinho que passou a ser &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FILHO..RAZÃO..MOTIVO&lt;/span&gt; da minha &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELICIDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Muito menos nos relacionamentos que tive e tenho..aprendi tanto com eles ..como também aprendi que ser normal é sem graça ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Complicada e nem um pouco Perfeitinha..essa Mulher que deixou de ser menina anda meio em crise com seus 26 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mais ansiosa para que eles chegem e com eles outras histórias, outras pessoas..outras vivências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dica de como passar por este periodo critico na vida de uma mulher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Junte as pessoas que você ama ..mesmo que não seja a Big Festa ...muita cerveja e palhaçadas e sinta como tudo fica mais leve quando não temos a obrigação de ser feliz ..afinal isso deve e acontecerá naturalmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não existe nada melhor do que se sentir amada...em qualquer idade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Beijos ..flores ...e amores aos montes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-811481160530130055?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/811481160530130055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=811481160530130055&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/811481160530130055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/811481160530130055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflexo-pr-26.html' title='Reflexão pré 26..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SL6ahzD3lJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eEjDQhG5qRs/s72-c/juju.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6423652393686446004</id><published>2008-08-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:50:28.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendendo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLhR9ZTVD9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/qCwxTNcBHak/s1600-h/pedra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240028281651400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLhR9ZTVD9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/qCwxTNcBHak/s320/pedra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ai juro que hoje eu queria entender o tal do "Pra Sempre"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor uma dose de chumbinho pra quem disse: - E Eles viveram felizes para Sempre e aquele The And cheio de coraçõeszinhos...ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá ! Reconheço que ando num momento “Revolto” da minha vida, mais de verdade queria saber quem foi a Peça rara que disse que a felicidade é pra sempre, que eu te amo é algo assim eterno e dádiva concedida a uma única pessoa na vida?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho outras convicções quanto a isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que é muito previsível as decepções, as magoas e olha que não tô sendo pessimista não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia lendo um blog de uma amiga, cheguei a conclusão que só não corremos o risco de sofrer se por ventura resolvermos guardar o coração numa caixa e deixá-lo por toda vida trancafiado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que acreditem, se resolverem amar até uma planta corre-se o risco de sair magoado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais sinceramente, o Risco é o que move as pessoas...e as leva, até por querer que tudo seja diferente, a inventar fábulas, que façam tudo ficar com cara de Felizes para Sempre ...como se o sofrimento ou a decepção fossem apenas uma bruxa má e que tudo ficasse bem no final ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso me arrisco, me jogo mesmo que devagar em amores e paixões, hoje amo e sou muito amada, mais não carrego mais comigo a síndrome de "Alice" que o amor é eterno e só um nesta vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos e nos apaixonamos por muitas vezes, e sentimos a felicidade de tantas outras formas..pelo menos eu sou assim, menos prudência e mais VIDA..mesmo que isso signifique quebrar a cara de vez enquando .. passar a noite bebendo com um amigo falando daquela relação que não teve um final assim digamos "Feliz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero mesmo é aprender com cada decepção, mais não aprender a não confiar mais nas pessoas e sim aprender que nem tudo é da forma que pensamos ou sonhamos ..pessoas são diferentes ..pensam e agem de forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender que tudo isso aqui é só uma viajem passageira e que ou somos feliz ou passamos o tempo lamentando o por que deveríamos ter sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem não sei vocês ..mais eu quero mais da vida, quero sorrisos e amigos ao redor , mais quero estar sozinha e aprender que sozinha eu também sou mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender que o pra sempre existe mais depende exclusivamente de nós conquistar a Felicidade e não ter um "Final" feliz mais um "Durante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que durante minha vida eu tenha amores ..mais que principalmente seja e faça as pessoas felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ótimo final de semana pra vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos , flores e amores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6423652393686446004?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6423652393686446004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6423652393686446004&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6423652393686446004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6423652393686446004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/entendendo.html' title='Entendendo..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLhR9ZTVD9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/qCwxTNcBHak/s72-c/pedra.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5257713047300884889</id><published>2008-08-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:58:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é o Amor ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLWwAJb3RxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WMfuE8AiLxk/s1600-h/mao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287258094716690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLWwAJb3RxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WMfuE8AiLxk/s320/mao.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é o Amor - Maria Rita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se perguntar o que é o amor pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;não sei responder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas sei que o amor nasceu dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me fez renascer me fez despertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me disseram uma vez que o danado do amor pode ser fatal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dor sem ter remédio pra curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me disseram também que o amor faz bem e que vence o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E até hoje ninguém conseguiu definir o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando a gente ama brilha mais que o sol é muita luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É emoção(o amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando a gente ama é o clarão do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que vem abençoar o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sei explicar mais acordei assim afim de declarar o meu amor por ti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beijos cheios deste amor que hoje faz morada aqui ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLU_jWEOu8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ss98R-71dkA/s1600-h/can.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5257713047300884889?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5257713047300884889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5257713047300884889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5257713047300884889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5257713047300884889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-que-o-amor.html' title='O que é o Amor ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SLWwAJb3RxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WMfuE8AiLxk/s72-c/mao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1529551291364964853</id><published>2008-08-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:56:52.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores e Mulheres..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SK25Wj_9OcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eweomo41lzk/s1600-h/lol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237045738973510082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SK25Wj_9OcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eweomo41lzk/s400/lol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje depois de um tempo quieta na frente do PC e de ler tantos blogs de amigos ..resolvi escrever sobre algo que tenho que admitir me agrada muito: As Mulheres!! ..rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mais não irei escrever sobre toda a complexidade que este assunto envolve, por que acreditem.. ô assunto complexo este..rs&lt;br /&gt;Mais logo após ver as Meninas do Futebol chorando com a perda da medalha de ouro, tive mesmo que admitir que Mulheres são tão fortes e ao mesmo tempo tão sentimentais ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma mistura maluca que faz de todas nós especiais, e cada uma com suas características próprias.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente me apaixono a cada dia por cada mulher que existe em mim..&lt;br /&gt;A Neurótica que acha que tudo é com ela, que nada da certo por que é com ela..&lt;br /&gt;A Romântica; ixi essa as vezes me da náuseas, doce e com cara de boba pra tudo o que a namorada faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Segura : que "acha" ser capaz de resolver tudo e manter sempre o controle da situação..(ela realmente acredita ser a senhora de si..rs)&lt;br /&gt;A Santa ..ai ai essa melhor nem comentar ...kkk&lt;br /&gt;A Puta.. ai ai por que sim todas nós temos uma Puta interior ..hauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em fim são tantas mulheres que compõe essa Rosa ...não só a mim mais a todas as Patrícias e Carolinas e Joanas por ai ..&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom esta mistura, saber que sou eu mesma de verdade..que posso misturar todas ou algumas delas sem perder a minha origem ..a minha essência..&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me pego imaginando como seria chato ser só uma delas ...&lt;br /&gt;Mais chato mesmo seria a Vida sem as misturas sem as cores que nos fazem mais completas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ótimo finalzinho de semana e muitas misturas coloridas pra todos nós ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* já ia esquecendo..a Musica de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Borboletas - Luciana Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Borboletas são tão belas o que seria delas&lt;br /&gt;se não pudessem voar?&lt;br /&gt;O céu e as estrelas não poderiam vê-las passar&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora eu vejo um mundo&lt;br /&gt;e sinto lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;que aqui não é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou pequenininha e fico aqui sozinha a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração me diz&lt;br /&gt;que um dia ainda vou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Voar para bem longe como eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu tive a chance de ter ao meu alcance&lt;br /&gt;o que fez transformar&lt;br /&gt;sonho em realidade, escuridão em brilho no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi que na verdade&lt;br /&gt;a dor um dia pode ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Achei a liberdade, ela tava dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração me diz&lt;br /&gt;agora eu já sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Voei para bem longe como eu sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos ternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1529551291364964853?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1529551291364964853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1529551291364964853&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1529551291364964853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1529551291364964853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/cores-e-mulheres.html' title='Cores e Mulheres..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SK25Wj_9OcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eweomo41lzk/s72-c/lol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1370312196360907478</id><published>2008-08-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:00:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de deixar ir ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKnFv5SknXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5RVyYjBNpPs/s1600-h/flor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235933468418153842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKnFv5SknXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5RVyYjBNpPs/s400/flor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje depois de um final de semana atribulado, mais incontestavelmente feliz ...resolvi escrever sobre a grande "Arte de deixar ir.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Começo dizendo algo que aprendi e que hoje sei o quanto é importante: Um relacionamento definitivamente não é feito só de amor e expectativas, precisa muito muito mais que isso, e hoje sei que o amor que deixei ir por mais precioso que seja (e acreditem ainda é e muito precioso pra mim) não teria como ser vivido por nós duas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais por que certas coisas ainda machucam? Mesmo sabendo que não existe possibilidade. Mesmo meu coração estando em outra sintonia...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sei que hoje sou praticante desta arte ...a arte de deixar ir, mesmo sabendo que pode ser que nada do que vivemos vá voltar a acontecer ..mesmo sabendo que o sentimento é grande demais ...é melhor deixar ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E estou sendo feliz como a muito tempo não conseguia ser, por que por mais que ainda cause algum sofrimento o amor que senti deixo guardadinho aqui dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Para que desta forma eu consiga ser feliz novamente, como estou sendo sem o gosto de "podia ter sido diferente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É muito mais que preciso deixar algumas sentimentos pra trás, para que outros possam surgir e fazer tudo ter cara de Felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Espero de verdade estar trilhando no caminho certo, por mais que as vezes ainda seja difícil sentir falta ...saudade e até ciúme em certas situações deste sentimento que abri mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mais acho mesmo que a vida nunca será feita de certezas ...e mesmo que fosse não teria a menor graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ótima semana a todos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rosa Canel&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1370312196360907478?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1370312196360907478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1370312196360907478&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1370312196360907478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1370312196360907478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/arte-de-deixar-ir.html' title='A arte de deixar ir ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKnFv5SknXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5RVyYjBNpPs/s72-c/flor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6027873506972037221</id><published>2008-08-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:25:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu Amor Perfeito ♥...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKQwQH004WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkYFr1F-o64/s1600-h/ju2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234361720448016738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKQwQH004WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkYFr1F-o64/s200/ju2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKQvjpFC40I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_MiyFzUZA-I/s1600-h/ju2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase sem querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Descobri que amava você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase sem perceber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ficava a espera para ver você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase sem pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Queria estar onde você estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase sem gostar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Descobri a magia do seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase sem querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Cai de joelhos ante os beijos seus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por D. L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(retirado do blog Menina Mãe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Este poema é dedicado ao amor que chegou asim despretenciosamente e que hoje é o motivo de todos os meus sorrisos...Feliz Aniversário de Namoro Vida!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Te amo ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6027873506972037221?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6027873506972037221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6027873506972037221&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6027873506972037221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6027873506972037221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/ao-meu-amor-perfeito.html' title='Ao meu Amor Perfeito ♥...'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKQwQH004WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkYFr1F-o64/s72-c/ju2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-8148759691640309756</id><published>2008-08-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:05:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKL3bd9xLPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6K9EDturjHM/s1600-h/amigos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234017768230169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKL3bd9xLPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6K9EDturjHM/s320/amigos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Hoje o post vai ser assim simples ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Simples como é o sentimento de carinho e amor que tenho por todas as pessoas que estão na minha vida..Aquelas que estão comigo todos os dias, as q quase nunca estão presentes mais que sei que estamos ligadas pelos laços do coração..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bem como tantos amigos queridos de blog que estão longe mais que assim mesmo os sinto perto aqui do meu coração ...amigos estes que compartilho cada vitória ..cada projeto ...cada tristeza e tb por que não as crises de TPM...kkkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pessoas que são importantes demais pra mim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É, hoje resolvi escrever só sobre o que é este sentimento mágico que nos afeiçoa a pessoa que nem se quer colocamos os olhos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É muitoooo bom saber que mesmo longe das pessoas, conseguimos despertar nelas ..o carinho a compreenção ...a Amizade ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não é a toa que costumo dizer que os Amigos fazem grande parte do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agradeço hoje muito os amigos que aqui conquistei...as amizades que aqui fiz ...e que me acompanham tanto nesta caminhada ..tão loka que chamamos de vida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aproveitando pra agradecer o selo que ganhei da fofa da Selene... brigada mesmo viu linda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKL2c6oE6eI/AAAAAAAAANI/hLMtl0c3Wuk/s1600-h/selo.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234016693592058338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKL2c6oE6eI/AAAAAAAAANI/hLMtl0c3Wuk/s320/selo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A todos os amigos do meu coração ...desejo que a semana prosiga xeia de cores e muitosss amores !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Xeiros ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-8148759691640309756?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8148759691640309756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=8148759691640309756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8148759691640309756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8148759691640309756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/simples-desejo.html' title='Simples desejo...'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SKL3bd9xLPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6K9EDturjHM/s72-c/amigos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6725860305873854975</id><published>2008-08-08T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:39:25.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida ..Minha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SJx2dUkzMBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/q1foXcVW0DM/s1600-h/ju3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232187113209016338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SJx2dUkzMBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/q1foXcVW0DM/s320/ju3.bmp" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;De volta ao meu mundinhu desta vez de forma definitiva..rs&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando na minha area novamente ..e aproveitando pra colocar tudo em dia por aqui..^^&lt;br /&gt;Bom, por estes dias ando meio avessa a pessoas, sei lá axo que todo mundo as vezes se isola mesmo né ?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não descobri se isso é por conta da bendota TPM, ou se é mais umas das minhas fases..só sei que ando quieta demais...observando o que as pessoas tem a me dizer e as suas respectivas atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;E tenho que reconhecer que cada uma me surpreende de uma forma..e cada dia me convenço de que somos seres totalmente diferentes uns dos outros mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Ta bom ...eu sei que to sendo vaga no meu post hoje!! mais é que os dias andam sendo vagos pra mim também ...e ando me perguntando se tudo o que eu tenho feito faz sentido, tem algum propósito...sei lá ando filosofando demais comigo mesma ..e nem sei se isso é tão bom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos planos e projetos em andamento e juro que de vez enquando canso de me fazer de forte e de estar a frente de tudo ...queria alguém pra tomar conta por mim e de mim ...&lt;br /&gt;ai fico pensando como sou uma completa insatisfeita.. tenho uma namorada linda e muito carinhosa um emprego que amo o que faço...e mesmo assim ainda existe dias que parece que falta algo...parece que to assistindo um filme ..e acreditem o filme é minha vida entediante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom ...mais ficar reclamando nunca foi o meu forte ..então sigo lutando pra que esta impressão mude ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que mude logo ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheiros e beijos pra vocês ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6725860305873854975?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6725860305873854975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6725860305873854975&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6725860305873854975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6725860305873854975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/vida-minha.html' title='Vida ..Minha!!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SJx2dUkzMBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/q1foXcVW0DM/s72-c/ju3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7097692716165279450</id><published>2008-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:56:40.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias e Novidades♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SIovcq0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2TaTyy_JSI/s1600-h/normal_39504_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227042487095115042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SIovcq0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2TaTyy_JSI/s320/normal_39504_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SIougr9sPzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HTafUX2i6bg/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227041456609050418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SIougr9sPzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HTafUX2i6bg/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;De volta ao meu Mundinho mágico e tão verdadeiro ..de volta ao "Cirandas" aii como a saudade aperta..Mais o mundo lá fora anda tomando tempo demais ...como disse no último post o Ateliê anda me roubando o tempo e o que eu não sabia é que preciso muiiiito de um PC em casa ...aliás atulizar minha vida depende disso, mais estou trabalhando muito pra que isso aconteça logo, arrumei um trabalho extra, não é na minha aréa mais é o que paga as minhas contas e esta me dando o sucego necesário pra mimi em paz..rs (mais reconheço que acordar as 05:00 da matina todos os dias anda me deixando exausta..rs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bom.. hoje sentindo a saudade apertar demais resolvi voltar e dizer que a vida lá fora é bagunçada ...mais é aqui que tudo se regulariza e encontro paz pra seguir com as minhas prezepadinhas rsrs ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ando me sentindo livre ..estranho alguém tão presa a trabalhos e projetos esta se sentindo livre né ??...mais me sinto assim..descomprometida ...e muito tranquila ainda ...muito embora o coração ainda esteja em tempestade ...ai tenho que reconhecer que jamais meu coração se aquietará ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E até que acho isso de certa forma uma coisa boa... coração quieto? amor morno? aii só depois do ultimo piscar de olhos ..e mesmo assim mesmo não tendo coração pra bater quero segundo minha crença seguir amando e muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bom.. hoje juro que nem tenho nenhum tema a desenrolar ..e nem uma filosofia a dividir com vocês, só tenho a dizer que ando muito senhora de mim e nem sei se isso é tão bom assim..rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;venho hoje dizer que o coração teima em continuar amando e seguindo mesmo que ela diga não e que queira desistir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Venho dizer também que minha família aumentou...é vou ser titia denovo (desta vez do meu irmão de sangue..) e que isso me deixa feliz...é bom ter vida nova em casa, ver tudo se transformando e mudando por conta de uma chegada mais que esperada ...feliz feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mais felicidade mesmo é poder em breve quem sabe nos braços da pessoa amada encontrar pouso ..isso sim é a maior felicidade e a mais esperada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Parando um pouco de filosofar rsrs ...deixo uma dica ..como uma apaixonada pela MPB e por experiências novas ...peço que ouçam Maria Rita - Samba Meu ...um trabalho lindo, pros amantes de Samba e MPB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A música de hoje é "Pra Declarar minha Saudade" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;dedicada especialmente a Dew ..a Patty -Menina Mãe ..e a Paula - Por mim Mesma porque quando escuto essa música não sei por que acho que ela combina demais com vcs^^&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra declarar minha saudade - Maria Rita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fiz uma canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pra declarar minha saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do tempo em que a alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dominou meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eu era bem feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mas desabou a tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;levando um lindo sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pelas águas da desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eu fiz uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pra declarar minha saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;usei sinceridade que me dá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;certeza que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;quando ouvir o meu cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vai se lembrar que deixou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do lado esquerdo do meu peito essa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que tá difícil de curar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tenho certeza que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;de onde ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;meu soluçar em forma de uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vai se lembrar que o nosso amor é tão bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e que pra sempre vai durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Confiram.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maria-rita.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://www.maria-rita.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A todos beijos e xeiros ótimo final de semana ...cores e amores pra vcs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-7097692716165279450?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7097692716165279450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7097692716165279450&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7097692716165279450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7097692716165279450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/dias-e-novidades.html' title='Dias e Novidades♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SIovcq0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2TaTyy_JSI/s72-c/normal_39504_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2604471108786088046</id><published>2008-07-15T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:27:35.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um certo jardim tranquilo'/><title type='text'>Tranquilidade aparente ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SH04FKxEXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rTOzrJUPO2c/s1600-h/sambaqui_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SH04FKxEXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rTOzrJUPO2c/s320/sambaqui_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223392804260306546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E existem dias sim que tudo é tranquilo ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O coração esta em paz e ate essa calmaria me da medo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por que de verdade não estou e nunca estive acostumada a calma e tranquilidade, isso sempre foi um ideal algo a ser perseguido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mais me sinto calma, arriscaria até dizer :Serena !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os dias correm rápido e com eles os milhares de projetos que tenhu ..uffa tanta coisa pra colocar em ordem ..em dia ..mais forças não me faltam e energia tb não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As vezes vejo o desanimo dobrando a esquina e juro que corro pra que ele não me alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Correria ...é ..sempre assim pra alcançar e pra que não parar jamais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanto tempo longe do "Cirandas" juro que fiquei com medo das idéias saírem da minha caxola e na hora "H" não voltassem afim de povoar este espaço... medo ..eita palavrinha né ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ando correndo dele também principalmente quando alguém me pergunta .."O que vc vai fazer da sua vida agora?" mais acho que é mesmo ele que me faz acreditar  que nada é impossivel ...eu já li em algum lugar que o Medo deve impulsionar e não paralizar as pessoas...talvez estejam certos nisso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora falando do coração de uma certa "Rosa"...tenho que comunicar que ele esta feliz demais da conta ...kkk é nem tudo é da forma que quero mais talvez seja da forma que mereço ser feliz ...preciso parar com este meu jeito Virginiana de ser totalmente insatisfeita com tudo e querendo tudo perfeitinho ..sei que nada é perfeito principalmente quando envolve o coração de outro alguém tão diferente de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Só sei que amo e isso é o que me basta..faze-la feliz é o que me importa e objetivo de tudo que ando  fazendo ultimamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O corpo...aiii este anda precisando mesmo de cuidados ..acreditem que o regime foi mesmo pras cucuías ...kkkk mais etomo ele o quanto antes ..kkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aiii quase esquecendo de publicar os fatos importantes dos ultimos dias ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;• Aii ganhei mais um (a) sobrinho (a) ...a Bia minha sobrinha ta gravidinha ...(por mai falta de jui´zo que isso aparente não consigo não ficar feliz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;• Quanto a Ariane ..a BBzinha mais esperada do ano deve chegar no proximo mês ...mais uma virginiana  ...é imprecionante como me afeiçoei a esta criança mesmo antes dela nascer ...posto assim que der as fotos das lembrancinhas do chá ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom, por hoje é só ...deixo aqui que milhares de beijos  aos meus especiais ...já ia esquecendo ...a música de hoje é :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coração Vagabundo - Ana Cañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu coração não se cansa&lt;br /&gt;De ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia ser tudo o que quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração de criança&lt;br /&gt;Não é só a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;De um vulto feliz de mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que passou por meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;E fez dos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Um chorar mais sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;Quer guardar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;Quer guardar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2604471108786088046?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2604471108786088046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2604471108786088046&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2604471108786088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2604471108786088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/tranquilidade-aparente.html' title='Tranquilidade aparente ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SH04FKxEXnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rTOzrJUPO2c/s72-c/sambaqui_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5745734756071924640</id><published>2008-07-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:26:15.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SHPolb5pHBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SsIwN4vdmro/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220772122894867474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SHPolb5pHBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SsIwN4vdmro/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aiii ando tão animada com a criação do Ateliê, um projeto, um sonho que ta caminhando pra realização..&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom ver algo que nem você acreditava muito virar realidade..Nosso nossa já tem até nome: Ateliê Juju'aninhas - Biscuit e Trakinagens !&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só peço força a Deus pra que finalize mais este projeto, e que nele concentre minhas energias.&lt;br /&gt;Que ele me dê forças suficientes para não desistir mesmo que as dificuldades apareçam.. e ela surgiram por que sem elas nada iria mesmo valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você sente tudo se renovando, é como se um vento de novidades passase na minha vida e com ele trouxesse energias novas.&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom se sentir assim revigorada..mudanças são necesárias e estão me motivando a seguir sempre em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O coração? Este sempre em desassossego..Ora feliz ..Ora confuso..Ainda precisando de atenção especial, mais isso deixa que o tempo de jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ando cheia de saudades..Saudades do meu Pai e de deitar no colo dele ficar rindo que nem boba, contando as minhas trakinagens, aliás, aproveito aqui pra dizer que: Pai Te Amo demais!!!...Sempre é bom dizer..e demonstrar o amor que sentimos né?&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, juro que acabo com ela em menos de uma semana..Corro..Pego o primeiro avião e antes de a saudade aperte mais, apareço por lá, na terrinha do pão de queijo e dou um abraço apertado no homem que me ensinou o valor de ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te pai..E sei que este amor é o único recíproco e eterno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ai ...sempre choro quando falo disso ..melhor parar por aqui antes que molhe minhas paginas virtuais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Música de hoje: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mudanças - Vinte e Dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Já pensei em parar de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mais vou ficar aqui e descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Que A Vida não é tão fácil assim&lt;br /&gt;E que é preciso continuar&lt;br /&gt;mas talvez eu não queira esquecer&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que me faça sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Agora vou fazer de tudo&lt;br /&gt;pra trazer a paz&lt;br /&gt;vou mostrar ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;do que eu sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;chega de me esconder&lt;br /&gt;dessa vez vou aprender&lt;br /&gt;que o que passou não volta mais&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Mais vou ficar aqui e descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Que A Vida não é tão fácil assim&lt;br /&gt;E que é preciso continuar&lt;br /&gt;mas talvez eu não queira esquecer&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que me faça sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Agora vou fazer de tudo&lt;br /&gt;pra trazer a paz&lt;br /&gt;vou mostrar ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;do que eu sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;chega de me esconder&lt;br /&gt;dessa vez vou aprender&lt;br /&gt;que o que passou não volta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e cheiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5745734756071924640?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5745734756071924640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5745734756071924640&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5745734756071924640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5745734756071924640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/mudanas.html' title='Mudanças ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SHPolb5pHBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SsIwN4vdmro/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-297158793992890223</id><published>2008-07-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:26:19.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sementinhas ..♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SG4-_w0UOqI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7kTTbIcwsw/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219178283325995682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SG4-_w0UOqI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7kTTbIcwsw/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você acorda querendo ser uma sementinha?&lt;br /&gt;Não? ..Vou explicar melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje juro que gostaria só de ser uma sementinha, daquelas que escolhemos com carinho e plantamos na ânsia de que ela cresça e apareça, e linda se torne forte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aquela que a terra acolhe, e que quietinha fica a espera do momento de se transformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Juro que hoje só queria uma terra quentinha, um porto seguro ..um colo, o abraço e nele como a semente me desmanchar e deixar todas as minhas angústias todas as minhas magoas e as minhas frustrações... sei que hoje seria difícil, mais dias difíceis existem mesmo com difícil é para qualquer semente crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Juro que só queria hoje ter a certeza deste crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sei que tudo que passamos é um aprendizado ...mais por que aprender e tão sôfrego ...as vezes seja pra que possamos valorizar o mesmo aprendizado.Sei lá só sei dizer que tudo aqui ta confuso e que tenho medo de mais uma vez errar e de ser a ovelha negra de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Volto a dizer que precisava mesmo da "Metade" e que ela percebesse o quanto sou dela o quanto amar é compartilhar e não apenas cobranças e brigas desnecessárias..o quanto ando frágil e precisando do abraço, do colo e não das ofensas mútuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Juro que precisava hoje definitivamente ser a "Sementinha" e dormir em solo seguro e quem sabe amanhã acordar com mais coragem e com animo pra tentar ser forte e enfim crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Uma Rosa querendo voltar as origens e ser semente para quando crescer concertar tudo ...Quem dera tamanha oportunidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje ..letras de música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ainda Lembro - Marisa Monte ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt;eu você em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;dizendo "onde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu perguntei&lt;br /&gt;ouvi você dizer&lt;br /&gt;que eu era tudo o que você sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;mesmo triste eu estava feliz&lt;br /&gt;e acabei acreditando em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;eu nem pensava em ter&lt;br /&gt;que esquecer você&lt;br /&gt;agora vem você dizer&lt;br /&gt;"amor, eu errei com você&lt;br /&gt;e só assim pude entender&lt;br /&gt;que o grande mal que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;foi a mim mesmo"&lt;br /&gt;vem você dizer&lt;br /&gt;"amor, eu não pude evitar"&lt;br /&gt;e eu te dizendo&lt;br /&gt;liga o som&lt;br /&gt;e apaga a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Beijos e xeiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-297158793992890223?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/297158793992890223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=297158793992890223&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/297158793992890223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/297158793992890223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/sementinhas.html' title='Sementinhas ..♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SG4-_w0UOqI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7kTTbIcwsw/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-8352114052514314228</id><published>2008-06-30T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:46:37.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando uma rosa morre...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGlFoXKyJFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lzNYeb7qwCE/s1600-h/2175flor_pano_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217778203001758802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGlFoXKyJFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lzNYeb7qwCE/s320/2175flor_pano_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando uma rosa morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Outra cresce em seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para onde o rio corre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não é sempre o mesmo mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando uma rosa morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Outra lua se anuncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não é sempre a mesma luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nem o mesmo fim do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sentido é um desvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A verdade um acidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não é sempre o mesmo rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não é sempre a dor que sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(para sempre só o acasoDe te encontrar sempre em mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rádio Macau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Texto retirado de um lugar bem especial "Jasmim do meu Quinta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasmimdomeuquintal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://jasmimdomeuquintal.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se existe um texto que fala por mim ...é este !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-8352114052514314228?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8352114052514314228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=8352114052514314228&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8352114052514314228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/8352114052514314228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/quando-uma-rosa-morre.html' title='Quando uma rosa morre...♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGlFoXKyJFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lzNYeb7qwCE/s72-c/2175flor_pano_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-691819855985338230</id><published>2008-06-25T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:21:48.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazendo a diferença ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGJMdTqDHqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ldkt_t0fPnw/s1600-h/floresII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215815384825011874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGJMdTqDHqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ldkt_t0fPnw/s320/floresII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pensei em vários assuntos pra postar hoje, mais nenhum me pareceu tão importante quando o titulo do Post..e antes de dormir fiquei pensando em como a vida de uma pessoa pode ser assim sem graça e passar anos a fio sem o menor entusiasmo, sendo levada pelos dias e pelos acontecimentos .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cruzes!!!! quero isso pra mim não !!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser levada a não ter atitude e ver a felicidade, os projetos e tudo que eu sempre quis não se concretizar, por simples falta de "entusiasmo". Por que os dias estes passam mesmo..o tempo não para pra perguntar o que desejamos e nem muito menos espera que tenhamos coragem de ir a luta ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mais todo post tem um motivo de ser, e este não podia ser diferente..deitada na cama enquanto me aninhava no edredom e tentava despachar o frio pra longe..lembrei de uma amiga que passava os dias assim sem vontade, lembrei das inúmeras vezes em que ela reclamava de não ter conseguido ser a enfermeira..de ter deixado o Luiz Otávio ir embora, de de tantas coisas que passaria dias escrevendo se fosse enumerá-las... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lembrando dela me dei conta de como depende de nós, exclusivamente de nós a felicidade, este conjunto mágico e tão pessoal de acontecimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGJMva6-cSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VzfWsEMptes/s1600-h/Diferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215815696012701986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGJMva6-cSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VzfWsEMptes/s320/Diferente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Questionei-me como alguém pode deixar a vida passar assim, se conformando e aceitando os fatos assim sem luta sem contestar.&lt;br /&gt;Mais como diria minha sábia mãe, ver os defeitos dos outros e bem mais fácil..passei a ver a minha vida...e tenho que admitir que peco por excesso de paixão, não sei aceitar um não sem questionar o por que dele...definitivamente nunca tive muita vocação pra vida do tipo: "Coca-Cola sem gás"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amo demais... Quero demais... Sofro demais... Tudo ao extremo e isso também tem seus pontos negativos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais mesmo assim não consigo viver assim no preto e branco... Fazer a diferença é muito mais que preciso, arregaçar as mangas e ir a luta, não esperar que o dia trouxesse as soluções e o fim dos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a pergunta: O que você esta fazendo pra que seja diferente hoje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A oportunidade de mudar é diária..não desperdice seu tempo..nem seu dia ..faça a sua felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham um ótimo dia !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-691819855985338230?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/691819855985338230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=691819855985338230&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/691819855985338230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/691819855985338230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/fazendo-diferena.html' title='Fazendo a diferença ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SGJMdTqDHqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ldkt_t0fPnw/s72-c/floresII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-9017449008623222122</id><published>2008-06-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:03:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades Alegres ..♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_jp6r5ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VrjMhSFjAmE/s1600-h/jujuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215137202785838274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_jp6r5ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VrjMhSFjAmE/s320/jujuba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; *escolhi esta imagem por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ela sempre me traz felicidade..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bom, hoje venho aqui dividir com vocês mais um pedacinho da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente depois de tanto tempo, resolvi montar meu ateliê, trabalho com artesanato a muito tempo, mais verdadeiramente nunca dei importância pro que eu fazia, fazendo assim peças só pra alguns amigos e pedidos pequenos que surgiam pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi dar maior atenção nisso e montar meu inesperado Ateliê...assim que o blogger dele estiver pronto posto aqui para que vocês conheçam minhas traquinagens rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei dizer que parece que minha cabeça anda fervilhando de idéias novas e planos bons..como a muito tempo eu não ficava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mudança de casa ate o final do ano e finalmente a independência ..ai ai o Ateliê..tudo novinho eu sei que não vai ser facil mais nada que realmente vale a pena é fácil né ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desejem sorte e força para que eu consiga concluir tudo isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ótima semana pra vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e Xeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-9017449008623222122?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9017449008623222122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=9017449008623222122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/9017449008623222122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/9017449008623222122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/novidades-alegres.html' title='Novidades Alegres ..♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_jp6r5ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VrjMhSFjAmE/s72-c/jujuba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2017128552100269808</id><published>2008-06-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:52:14.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que sinto .. ♥ por ela !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_iIglwhuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfqaVAbAKOQ/s1600-h/20_DE_JULHO_2007_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215135529333458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_iIglwhuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfqaVAbAKOQ/s320/20_DE_JULHO_2007_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de ficar contigo a ver o tempo passar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Olhar o mundo e a vida e deixá-la passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não me importo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de ficar contigo em silêncio, ouvir o vento a soprar e o rio a correr devagar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ouvir as palavras que não me dizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de olhar fundo nos teus olhos e ver toda a imensidão do teu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E então eu vejo-te.... Oh como és linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de olhar para ti sem tu saberes e descobrir aquilo que julgas que eu não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de te abraçar e perder-me em ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Perder-me nos teus braços e deixar o tempo passar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Definitivamente não me importo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Deixa-o passar, deixa-me ficar em ti... Amo-te muito ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto retirado de : Dia-a-dia até ao nosso Dia*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto que fala por mim..e diz de mim o que sinto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que amo vc e isso é mesmo inevitável ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2017128552100269808?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2017128552100269808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2017128552100269808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2017128552100269808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2017128552100269808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-que-sinto-por-ela.html' title='O que sinto .. ♥ por ela !'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SF_iIglwhuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfqaVAbAKOQ/s72-c/20_DE_JULHO_2007_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7358132592907640356</id><published>2008-06-20T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:18:28.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra ela ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFutEl8ZSYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SXKXYs0e3kI/s1600-h/12492260_e5b3ba0f26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213951288027990402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFutEl8ZSYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SXKXYs0e3kI/s320/12492260_e5b3ba0f26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pra nós é tudo tão louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deixa como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei dizer o que mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu só quero que se lembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não te quero pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;São palavras no ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É difícil eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas pra que duvidar de algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu nunca falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Os sonhos vão parar muito longe daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E os seus olhos me perguntam pra onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pegadas secam no chão, depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chove no coração, depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu posso ouvir os seus pés invadindo a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Era pra gente ser feliz, eu lembro, é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Simples assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me diz pra onde foi'preu' ir atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onde foi você em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pra nós é tudo tão louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deixa como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei dizer o que mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu só quero que se lembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não te quero pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diz com quantas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só nossas mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que a gente vai entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que é que a gente tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não quero mais contar as horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu não sei calcular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O atalho mais seguro no seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onde está você em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite passa (mais eu não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O sol amanhece (em você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E outro sonho voa (mais eu não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu vou, vou me perder (em você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu vejo as estrelas acesas no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A porta entreaberta pode sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se quiser ir pode voltar pode sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando quiser mais se quiser não vá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talvez não seja tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pra nós é tudo tão louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deixa como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei dizer o que mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu só quero que se lembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não te quero pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;♥&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te amo mais que muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-7358132592907640356?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7358132592907640356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7358132592907640356&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7358132592907640356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7358132592907640356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/pra-ela.html' title='Pra ela ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFutEl8ZSYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SXKXYs0e3kI/s72-c/12492260_e5b3ba0f26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-572836184873989482</id><published>2008-06-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T05:56:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finds Promisor =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFunhwVmv2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W_GDtj8jARY/s1600-h/flores1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945191964524386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFunhwVmv2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W_GDtj8jARY/s320/flores1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me sinto mista, é tipo Bolacha meio a meio rsrs ..metade empolgação (afinal é sexta feira) e metade cansaço (semana terrivel) .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom não sei se a semana foi tão terrivel assim, ou se eu mesma que andava meio estresada demais, TPM ...aiii odeio essa fase ..rsrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo pareceu passar tão devagar esta semana, mais finalmente ela acabou mesmo, e aprogramação pro finds anima...\o/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexta (hj) - Baladinha com os amigos. aliás Baile do Beijo...rsrs nem preciso comentar que isso ta mexendo com a minha cabeça né??...kkk (eiii Rosa vc tem namorada !!)..ainda bem que eu tenhu conciência ...kkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sábado - Namorada, já to com saudades dela aii ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domingo - Iris e Pinacoteca ...aiii nem acredito que vou rever esta minha amiga de tantos anos e ainda rever as obras da Pinacoteca !!!...ansiosa demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois te colocar minha agenda aqui..kk axo melhor falar sobre algo relevante né ?? ..como por exemplo a minha amizade com a Iris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo dizendo que é impresionante como as pessoas surgem ao longo da nossa tragetória e mesmo que os caminhos se desencontrem elas acabam voltando quando o que sentem é verdadeiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha amizade com essa "Pequena" foi assim daquelas que vc bate o olho e se apaixona pela alma da pessoa na hora...muita coisa aconteceu a gente se afastou, mais Domingo depois de muitos meses vamos colocar a fofoca em dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFuoSv3z6TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dQcJS4lJ8z0/s1600-h/BXK29651_flor-01800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que pra mim não existe ainda, nada melhor do que ter amigos..aqueles que estão comigo todos os dias , aqueles que estão longe mais que os sinto aqui perto, aqueles carinhosos que visitam meu blog e que deixam aqui sua marca e comigo de certa forma vão construindo e fortalecendo laços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É...de verdade não existe nada melhor do que ter amigos e saber que deles é boa parte do meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que meu reencontro seja maravilhoso ...posto aqui as novidades na proxima semana!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ótimos momentos a todos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos Ternos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-572836184873989482?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/572836184873989482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=572836184873989482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/572836184873989482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/572836184873989482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/finds-promisor.html' title='Finds Promisor =)'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFunhwVmv2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/W_GDtj8jARY/s72-c/flores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6196635447748996239</id><published>2008-06-16T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:34:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Apaixonadamente Frio ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFfSkfb5BII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ju5RQA1bsEc/s1600-h/f381050%2520foto%2520preto%2520e%2520branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212866618060244098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFfSkfb5BII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ju5RQA1bsEc/s400/f381050%2520foto%2520preto%2520e%2520branco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo o post de hoje dizendo: DEUS! DESLIGA O AR CONDICIONADO! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa como ta frio hoje..Cruzes!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais dizendo também que realmente sou Bipolar.. =) que não é possível em determinadas horas estar tão triste, tão confusa e em outras esta tão feliz ..calma..serena!&lt;br /&gt;Mais acho mesmo que tudo isso faz parte da Vida .. uma eterna montanha Russa..rs&lt;br /&gt;Queria dizer também o quanto feliz se faz meu coração, amor, e finalmente a convivência.&lt;br /&gt;Como é boa a conquista diária, a intimidade, os planos...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom acompanhar os meses.. 1º..2º..3º..4º..5º..6º..7º.&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo sentir que o tempo passa leve, meio serelepe quando estou com a pessoa que amo..&lt;br /&gt;Nossa a quanto tempo não me sentia assim, frio na barriga se o cel toca e vejo que é ela...pernas bambas depois daquele beijo..ai a amo demais isso nem eu mesma posso mudar..e pra que mudar ?? quero é mais que fique assim felicidade sem fim..&lt;br /&gt;Problemas e crises estas sempre vão existir, mais o melhor é saber que não estou mais sozinha e que poder compartilhar com ela tudo..até os momentos mais bobos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFfWu1xm__I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eLjA3iLG7O0/s1600-h/BXK32456_primavera-1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212871193902120946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFfWu1xm__I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eLjA3iLG7O0/s320/BXK32456_primavera-1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje coração sereno vejo as cores voltando as minhas petalas e posso dizer a Rosa aqui se sente viva outra vez só por saber que amo e realmente sou amada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometo 'tentar' não empestear meus posts com doses de romantismo exagerado, mais compartilhar com vcs este sentimento de alegria que me invade é o que no mínimo posso fazer depois de tanto carinho nos meus dias difíceis... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grata me sinto e peço hoje que um pouquinho desta minha felicidade particular , seja sentida por vcs ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos sempre ternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6196635447748996239?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6196635447748996239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6196635447748996239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6196635447748996239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6196635447748996239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-apaixonadamente-frio.html' title='Dia Apaixonadamente Frio ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFfSkfb5BII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ju5RQA1bsEc/s72-c/f381050%2520foto%2520preto%2520e%2520branco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-2836258677885429370</id><published>2008-06-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:46:33.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grãos de Areia ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFCphhYu3pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q_ATa_lZihA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210851162230546066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFCphhYu3pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q_ATa_lZihA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje resolvi escrever ...mais escrever de um jeito que eu nunca talvez tenha conseguido, com a alma ..de verdade sem me importar de ser piegas ou sincera demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ainda a pouco assitindo ao Documentário na TV..me defini BIPOLAR, engraçado como é fácil diagnosticar o que somos quando o assunto é coração, emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabe aquele dia ou melhor situação em que o coração fica tão pequeno quanto um grão de areia?? ...me sinto assim hoje, me sinto incompleta, me sinto insatisfeita e a mercer de algo que nem sei se existe ..essa tal felicidade que todos falam mais que nunca vi ninguem realmente usufrui-la..me sinto feia perto das eleitas de muitos..me sinto incapaz ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sentir ..que coisa !!! quero mesmo não sentir mais nada ..ser insensivel a tudo ..e ver meus dias passando assim com a mesma emoção de quem assiste a novela do "Vale a pena ver denovo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais estou viva e isso me faz lembrar que sentimentos existem e o quanto eles nos fazer errar, e erro muito, erro por fazer escolhas ..erro mais ainda por não faze-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje tudo muito confuso, aliás a vida se tornou assim pra mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só queria tirar este nó da garganta, esperar mais de tudo e de todos ..ou não esperar, fazer, plantar e quem sabe colher os frutos de uma amor seguro e bom pra nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Falei tanto na palavra "HOJE" que me esqueço que tudo pode ser melhor amanhã, mais ando angústiada demais pra ter esperança em um futuro bom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ando pagando um preço alto, juro que alto demais, coração cada vez mais apertado ..axo melhor parar por aqui antes que molhe minhas paginas virtuais com as gotas de dúvidas que ainda restam em mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Hoje" uma Rosa sem aroma, sem maciez ..quase sem brilho ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beijos por que isso é a única coisa que ainda de bom consigo desejar a alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-2836258677885429370?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2836258677885429370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=2836258677885429370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2836258677885429370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/2836258677885429370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/gros-de-areia.html' title='Grãos de Areia ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SFCphhYu3pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/q_ATa_lZihA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1653697215428177832</id><published>2008-06-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:59:57.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aconteceu Você !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SE00IHy7GxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IhohBOZtqso/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209877658073766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SE00IHy7GxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IhohBOZtqso/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SE0yduuH6CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sAzEuM_oVzw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No dia em que o amor chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu tava sem esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O teu olhar passou me pegou pra valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O barco do riso atracou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Na praia do meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O mar refletia o céu e eu me via em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No dia em que o amor chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tava sem esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu olhar passou me pegou pra valer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O barco do riso atracou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Na praia do meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O mar refletia o céu e eu me via em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vem sem pressa de chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ancorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Minha praia é seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Na areia em que você pisou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ainda vejos os passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que o mar não apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você chegou aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ahhh, se eu puder parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tempo num beijo seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amo-te sempre ;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1653697215428177832?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1653697215428177832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1653697215428177832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1653697215428177832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1653697215428177832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/aconteceu-voc.html' title='Aconteceu Você !!'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SE00IHy7GxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IhohBOZtqso/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6245629993381651727</id><published>2008-06-05T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T05:59:00.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEfiw2YcUUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/drKpOxX9Kvs/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208380822936899906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEfiw2YcUUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/drKpOxX9Kvs/s400/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bom diaaaaaaaa!!! ...rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Desculpem a empolgação mais é que não gosto de começar o dia assim sem entusiasmo, sei lá parece que tudo vai ficando meio preto e branco e na verdade gosto e preciso mesmo é de cores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Preciso mesmo é agradecer por tantas coisas boas que existem na minha vida ..por uma família maravilhosa e por amigos ainda mais perfeitos mesmo com todas as suas imperfeições..rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje me dei conta, aliás me conformei de que problemas vão mesmo existir e que eles teimam em tirar as cores e o brilho dos meu dias, mais eles passam e o que fica é a felicidade colorida de ter passado por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ai !! mais como eles teimam em existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ainda falando dos meus milhares de pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tudo é mais gostoso quando é colorido..exemplos disso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• Aquela amizade "Colorida" que vc ama, apesar de saber que não vai virar nada além disso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• Aquele casaquinho de BB todo coloridinho ..quem nunca se pegou rindo que nem boba com um daqueles na mão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• Um saco de MM's (brincar de separar as cores com o sobrinho) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• Aquela caixa de Lápis de cor maravilhosa que vc queria desde criança (24 cores)..rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• Aquele cachecol colorido que faz o frio ter cara de Primavera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;• O Bolo de Aniversário todo coloridinho e claro os Balões ainda mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Em fim..tudo é sem dúvida bem mais gostoso quando é colorido..apesar de também existir graça no preto e branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prefiro ainda o colorido ...afinal ele une todas as cores numa bagunça sem fim..assim como pretendo juntar todos os motivos pra ser feliz assim sem ordem só pra deixar todos os meus dias mais coloridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje posso dizer que somei mais uma cor nesta aquarela de felicidade ...a cor do amor feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bom dia a Todos!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cores sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-6245629993381651727?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6245629993381651727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6245629993381651727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6245629993381651727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6245629993381651727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/cores.html' title='Cores ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEfiw2YcUUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/drKpOxX9Kvs/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7259729628873620337</id><published>2008-05-30T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:16:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invariávelmente falando de amor ..aii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBOsv4DofI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUyv0nwZqzY/s1600-h/ju1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206247699913089522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBOsv4DofI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUyv0nwZqzY/s400/ju1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pra mim não importa a hora em que tu chegas em casa, no entanto que chegues bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não me importa saber com quem andas, mas sim que esses saibam te fazer sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me importo com a tua alimentação, com tuas noites não dormidas, com os teus horários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não há importância para mim nos teus atos, desde que eu sinta que todos eles te realizam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E juro que não me importo de parecer assim a tua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me importo em te fazer feliz quando estamos juntos e não te fazer chorar quando vou embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante ter certeza do teu bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante não esquecer de te dar boa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante olhar para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante não prometer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante cuidar de ti, querer o teu bem, proteger-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante tomar decisões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante retirar dúvidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante poder respirar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não me parece importante o que os outros saibam, somente que tu compreendas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Com grande importância que te tenho aqui... assim. Nunca foste o mais importante, foste o único ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Importante para o coração, nos finais de semana, para curar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Importante na hora de tirar as dúvidas, de viver um bom momento, para existir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tão importante que eu aprendi, vivi, te amei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tão importante ao ponto de mais nada importar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tão importante e capaz de entender que também sou importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Amo te sempre..♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-7259729628873620337?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7259729628873620337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7259729628873620337&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7259729628873620337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7259729628873620337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/invriavelmente-falando-de-amor-aii.html' title='Invariávelmente falando de amor ..aii'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBOsv4DofI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUyv0nwZqzY/s72-c/ju1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-66255331388244150</id><published>2008-05-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:50:38.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descontração...finalmente ..uffaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olá ...eu denovo!! (risos)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje resolvi deixar uma histórinha afinal descontrair um pouco por que xoradeira eu deixo pro meu traveseiro ...aliás tadinho dele ...anda sofrendo com isso...rs ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obs* Tentarei não falar da tristeza que anda asombrando meus dias ..juro! (risos) e vamos a nossa história ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Bem e o mal que vivem em você !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBJG_4DoeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_MOCa2hx-FI/s1600-h/good-and-evil.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206241553814888930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBJG_4DoeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_MOCa2hx-FI/s400/good-and-evil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Oi, ainda bem que você veio ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Vim, mas estou com pressa, fala logo o que você tinha de tão importante pra me dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Ai é que... eu não sei direito como te contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Fala logo de uma vez, mêu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Eu to grávida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; O quê? Como isso pode acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Você quer que eu te dê uma aula de biologia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Larga a mão de ser otária... Caralho! O que que eu vou fazer... Você tem certeza que esse filho é meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Lógico que tenho você tá me achando com cara de quê? Não sou nenhuma vagabunda não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Tudo bem! Sem pânico eu tenho um amigo que conhece uma clinica... Isso não vai ser problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Cê tá achando que eu vou abortar? É meu seu filho e você vai assumir! Você sabe que é seu, seu pilantra na hora de vim comer, você soube, não soube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Não é possível, caralho! Logo... logo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Seu safado, tá querendo fugir da raia é!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Calma aí caralho... deixa eu pensar um pouco aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Você é um pilantra eu não devia ter acreditado em você, você não disse que queria casar comigo? Ahhh! E agora vem com essa conversa mole!!! Não queridinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Calma aí deixa eu pensar um pouco meu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.ENTANTO A MULHER ESCANDALOSA FALA EM SEU OUVIDO THIAGO PENSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Porque está tão triste Thiago? Um filho é uma coisa muito especial é a única coisa que sempre será sua! Terá a oportunidade de construir uma família feliz, trabalhar voltar do serviço e brincar com ele, enquanto sua mulher lhe traz o jantar...Só está se sentindo inseguro por causa da mudança, é normal, mas isso não lhe dá o direito de tirar uma vida, a vida de um inocente, quem sabe o destino que essa criança poderá ter? Quem sabe as alegrias e vitórias que essa criança poderá lhe dar? Thiago pense direito ouça-me, você é um rapaz de bom coração, sei que vai tomar a decisão certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago&lt;/strong&gt;: Tem razão não é tão ruim assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Há! Há! Há! Há! Há! Não acredite nesse conto de fadas que ele está lhe contando, se você deixar essa criança nascer sua vida se tornará um inferno, você estava pegando essa vaca só porque ela tem uma bunda enorme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Não dê ouvidos a ele Thiago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Olha bem! Essa piranha não pára de falar, fazer gestos, que bela vida você terá... Olha bem pra cara dela... Que mulher feia! Já imagino o seu filho como vai sair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Thiago, você sabe que beleza não é tudo... O que importa é a beleza interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha! Há! Há! Há! Nunca vi nenhum intestino bonito, já estou te imaginando, morando naquele bairro do subúrbio comendo pêssegos com creme de leite no domingo enquanto o filho corre pela rua de cueca com um caroço de manga na mão totalmente sujo e sua mulher no bar gritando para ele sair do meio da rua. A mulher que antes até dava um caldo, agora com aquele buço peludo, o cabelo armado, cheia de estrias, fedendo a suor, naquela casinha desarrumada perto da casa da família dela, o tal do puxadinho... Vidão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Não diga isso, também não é assim, ele não precisa morar com ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah! Não! Você acha que o pai dela não vai querer que você more com ela? Quem mandou querer comer caipira! Há!ha!ha!ha! Você chegou da cidade todo malandro, dando idéia nas menininhas, mas mal sabia o costume deles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Aposto que o pai dela vai aceitar, se você conversar um pouco com ele talvez você só pague pensão a ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Com esses tipos não tem dialogo, aquela mãe dela, aquela senhora que come com as mãos. Imagine só, você chegando lá e ela te empurrando aquela comida horrível e de sobremesa querendo te dar aquela gelatina de limão coberta com leite condensado.Sem falar naquele vagabundo do irmão dela, logo terá um daqueles galegos com um bigodinho fino, deitado em seu sofá suando sem camiseta enquanto coça o saco ouvindo Reegae e te chamando de cunhado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Você sempre exagera assim né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Lógico que não, você conhece o irmão dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Eu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Então é assim mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Mesmo assim não justifica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; E quando tiver festa da criança, aí será um horror, todos aqueles esfomeados da família dela falando mal do pão com “salchicha” que estão servindo no Buffet e mais ainda a vergonha que você vai passar diante da sua família, seu irmão com sua namorada que em seguida vai falar para todos os conhecidos inclusive a namoradinha que você havia deixado lá... Coitado de você meu amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; É... Odeio concordar com você, mas é verdade! Tenta convencer ela de tirar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Ela vai acabar não tirando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Já sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Até que fim acordou, o que você está falando aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Nada não! A propósito... Você falou para alguém que vinha me ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Não, eu saí hoje cedo pra confirmar o exame e esfregar na sua cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; E... Então ninguém sabe que você está aqui, ninguém te viu!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelaine:&lt;/strong&gt; Não, eu queria primeiro falar com você... Thiago... porque você está fazendo essa cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UMA HORA DEPOIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; Acho que aqui nessa vala ninguém acha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Calma aí antes de jogar vê se tem dinheiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; Hã! Como assim!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem:&lt;/strong&gt; Já matou mesmo, que custa roubar!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal:&lt;/strong&gt; As vezes você me assusta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago:&lt;/strong&gt; DÁ PRA VOCÊS DOIS CALAREM A BOCA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenham um ótimo final de semana ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ps se Deus quizer eu vou esquecer ..aiiiiiiiiiiiiii .... saí logo da minha cabeça e do ♥ ....humf!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos ternos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-66255331388244150?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/66255331388244150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=66255331388244150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/66255331388244150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/66255331388244150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/descontraofinalmente-uffaa.html' title='Descontração...finalmente ..uffaa'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SEBJG_4DoeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_MOCa2hx-FI/s72-c/good-and-evil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-465777581103479111</id><published>2008-05-28T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:03:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SD1Xdv4DodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uWimY0Spd0M/s1600-h/amanhecer_outonal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205412912889569746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SD1Xdv4DodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uWimY0Spd0M/s400/amanhecer_outonal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom dia !! ...é assim eu espero que seja !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu resolvi falar de mim e não da dor que sinto...já comprovei que falar dela já não a mantém longe (muito embora eu quera isso mais que tudo).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje antes de levantar da cama ..fiquei pensando em tudo o que eu já vivi e senti medo, medo de tanta coisas, de todas as minhas brigas por algo que eu realmente quis, medo de todas as provocações que um dia eu causei e que sei que irei causar, medo da incerteza que é VIVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quem diga que esta é a graça de tudo...eu mesmo usava este bordão : " Se fosse tudo certinho, não haveria a menor graça!" ...mais tenho lá minhas dúvidas quanto a isso..aliás tenho tantas dúvidas sobre tudo, por exemplo: Será que um dia eu caso mesmo e vivo um amor de verdade? ..Será que existe mesmo a outra metade..ou somos assim inteiros e colocamos nos outros a responsabilidade dessa sonhada felicidade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai credo !!! meu post hoje caminha pro filosófico e drámatico contexto do que é mesmo VIVER...Mais não seria a vida assim ?? Uma prezepada sem fim cheia de perguntas que passamos tanto tempo tentando achar a resposta ? Nossa!!! quantas dúvidas né ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito que os "Por ques" de tudo são o que nos fazem ir sempre pra frente em busca de respostas e com elas o aprendizado que é a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje a pergunta que martela minha mente é ...: - Até quando vou abrir mão do que acho certo e do que pra mim é assim simplis motivo de felicidade? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A resposta ainda não sei ...mais sei que a dor dessa renúncia é enorme...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E lá vai eu falar da minha dor novamente ..rs..inévitavel rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só quero mudar tudo ser feliz antes de mais nada ...e fazer ela feliz ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;viver pra nós, e fazer de nós um motivo maior.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração em desalinho sigo com as minhas dúvidas e confesso ando cansada de procurar as respostas ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eiiiii !!! Alguém para o mundo ...quero descerrrrrrrr !!! ....rsrs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorte e ótimas respostas pra todos nós !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos com amor ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/4047234579813396611-465777581103479111?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/465777581103479111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=465777581103479111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/465777581103479111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/465777581103479111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/mais-um-dia_28.html' title='Mais um dia ...'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SD1Xdv4DodI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uWimY0Spd0M/s72-c/amanhecer_outonal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-4763922540418509467</id><published>2008-05-27T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:16:42.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Triste ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwW-P4DocI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-K1EbWVnpNw/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205060528002802114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwW-P4DocI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-K1EbWVnpNw/s400/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwTT_4DobI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zY0Ip3WU0IY/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwPeP4DoaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FH_MEXT1C1s/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crueldade de que se é capaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar pra trás os corações partidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contra as armas do ciúme tão mortais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A submissão às vezes é um abrigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber deixar alguém te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quem não veja a onda onde ela está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nada contra o rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as formas de se controlar alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só trazem um amor vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber deixar alguém te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor te escapa entre os dedos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o tempo escorre pelas mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol já vai se pôr no mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber deixar alguém te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quem não veja a onda onde ela está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nada contra o rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as formas de se controlar alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só trazem um amor vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É saber deixar alguém te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Meu dia ..anda assim sem sentido hj!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volto quando o sol aparecer dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwW-P4DocI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-K1EbWVnpNw/s72-c/untitled6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-7466361171383369223</id><published>2008-05-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:25:19.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar é deixar alguém te amar ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwKH_4DoZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JOOvqiOzCJk/s1600-h/flor-purpura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205046401855365522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwKH_4DoZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JOOvqiOzCJk/s400/flor-purpura1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwHr_4DoYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MTO3QClMnXs/s1600-h/flor-purpura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por tantas vezes eu esperei este sentimento que hoje faz parte de mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por tantas vezes entrei em relacionamentos e em meio deles me perguntei: - O que estou fazendo! Nem sou feliz e nem faço as pessoas felizes ?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais finalmente achei o que tanto procurava, um alguém simples assim, capaz de me fazer rir só de brincar de "assustar", que é tão auto-suficiente, que sabe de música e fotografia ..detalhe eu não entendo bulufas disso...mais fico encantada até quando resolve falar sobre a cotação do dólar..rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tantas coisas pra aprender com ela..e pra ensinar ex: "como comer Hot Dog com Cheedar"..rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo tão mágico, mais a distância e o abismo que foi criado sei lá por quem, nem sei se por ela , talvez por mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem sentada no chão do quarto tive uma conversa com minha mãe-amiga sobre o que estou sentindo, e me permiti chorar horas, enquanto relatava o quanto seria dificil não ter esse alguém tão simplis na minha vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ela disse algo que me fez entender o por que eu nunca desistia, disse que quem ama sempre acha que a pessoa vai mudar e enxergar o tamanho do sentimento que ofertamos..quem ama não perde a esperança de que tudo no outro dia dê certo.. que mesmo que resolva por fim a tudo guarda em si a dor da incerteza e algumas perguntas sem resposta: " Será que eu tentei o suficiente?" - "Será que teria sido diferente?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As perguntas ecoam aqui dentro de mim...mais a dor que sinto essa consegue sempre ser mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só queria cuidar, zelar e fazer este amor crescer !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hoje praticamente de malas prontas ...outra história ..um recomeço ...e de verdade não sei se vou conseguir, as vezes ate tenho a certeza de que não vou mesmo ser capaz de enfrentar isso tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais as vezes o certo é tão dificil ..e a gente perde a noção do certo e do errado...e aquela vontade antiga de sumir volta com força.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tudo é sem sentido hj..o coração doi e o corpo sente o peso de uma noite mal durmida ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na cabeça milhões de pensamentos soltos...e várias interrogações...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No coração amor .. este amor que não acaba mesmo que por muitas vezes eu tenha pedido tanto pro Papai do céu tirar ele de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda sim amor ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-7466361171383369223?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7466361171383369223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7466361171383369223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7466361171383369223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7466361171383369223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/amar-deixar-algum-de-amar.html' title='Amar é deixar alguém te amar ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDwKH_4DoZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JOOvqiOzCJk/s72-c/flor-purpura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5738933204189675766</id><published>2008-05-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:34:59.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idéias soltas*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDL8lyFN6BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_FhcOJ6PGdU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498245595359250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDL8lyFN6BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_FhcOJ6PGdU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" ..Um belo dia resolvi mudar..E fazer tudo que eu queria fazer" (Rita Lee)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem dias que as idéias não fluem direito mesmo né ?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que estou passando por uma fase destas ...prefiro ficar caladinha escutando as peripércias dos meus amigos, e vendo cada um ser feliz da maneira que acha certo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nestes momentos me pergunto se existe mesmo essa tal felicidade que tanta gente corre atrás ? ..se não é mesmo certo que se é feliz com as pequenas coisas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que existem tantas teorias pra isso...mais de verdade axo que essa felicidade útopica que todos nós sonhamos realmente não existe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, hoje não estou no meu melhor dia pra ficar filosfando, mais resolvi falar de uma felicidade simples. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daquela felicidade que sinto quando abraço meu pai (depois de tanto tempo longe), do beijo de boa noite da minha mãe (faço imensa questão disso todos os dias)..do beijinho de foca que o meu sobrinho me dá.... um são tantas coisas que pra muita gente são tãobobas e corriqueiras, mais que pra mim é tão importante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me defino hoje como : Uma MULHER FELIZ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais sinceramente, ando calada demais, por que observar é muito bom, saber ouvir e refletir sobre tudo que se passa no meu dia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sou uma Rosa quietinha, sinto um aperto no coração..como se ele conseguise prever as mudanças que provávelmente ocorreram na minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que eu consiga passar por tudo isso, por toda esta quietude sem maiores consequencias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda assim continuar feliz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5738933204189675766?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5738933204189675766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5738933204189675766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5738933204189675766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5738933204189675766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/idias-soltas.html' title='Idéias soltas*'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDL8lyFN6BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_FhcOJ6PGdU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6381923744042095457</id><published>2008-05-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:14:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cor ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGH_yFN6AI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hk1ojgWFsJQ/s1600-h/f%2520coloured%2520gerberas%25200109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202088574434797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGH_yFN6AI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hk1ojgWFsJQ/s400/f%2520coloured%2520gerberas%25200109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sonhando ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só querer cuidar, te proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esquecer, Lembrar, te amando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se esconder, brigar sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois, chorar, te amando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nosso sol as 3 da manhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pro dia deitar sonhando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só querer cuidar, te proteger,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer, Lembrar, te amando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nosso sol as 3 da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Pro dia passar sonhando ..sonhando ..sonhando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peço cores pro meu dia seguir..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥Beijos Rosa♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6381923744042095457?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6381923744042095457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6381923744042095457&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6381923744042095457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/6381923744042095457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/cor.html' title='Cor ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGH_yFN6AI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hk1ojgWFsJQ/s72-c/f%2520coloured%2520gerberas%25200109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-4762379401686572626</id><published>2008-05-19T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:51:51.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar ..nem sempre é bom !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGFYiFN5_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/d0MhvyFXT6w/s1600-h/rosa-azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085701101676530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGFYiFN5_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/d0MhvyFXT6w/s400/rosa-azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Bom começo este post tratando de algo que me assusta, a decepção ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;tá eu sei que a "Menina" e a "Dew" vão dizer : - Ei!! que plágio é este!! (risos).. peço então licença pra falar um pouco de um assunto que já foi abordado no blog de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;E que hoje faz um sentido enorme na minha vida !! ...Tudo bem sem muita complexidade hoje afinal é segunda -feira (risos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Só queria entender o por que os seres humanos insistem em esperar dos outros o que provavelmente eles próprios fariam ?? um ato de carinho, o retorno daquela ligação, a atenção e o desprendimento em relação a pessoas que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ora, é fácil a resposta ..somos seres diferentes todos sabem disso, mais se já sabemos que a decepção é evidente, por que ainda esperar a retribuição de algo que oferecemos?? não seria o amor verdadeiro despretensioso e desinteressado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Humm ...acho mesmo que ele assim existe nos contos de FADA...afinal lá o final é sempre é feliz, nunca passaram a vida dos personagens depois do : " ..E eles foram Felizes para sempre!" - Até acredito que a Cinderela viveu mesmo o amor com o príncipe encantado, mais ninguém contou que ele era muito ocupado..nem muito menos quantas vezes ela teve que esperar ele chegar tarde em casa ..(kkk) ai ai Amores Perfeitos só as flores mesmo...mais o imperfeito se faz perfeito aos olhos de quem ama de verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Tá difícil de entender né ?? ... Bom resumo dizendo que não adianta, somos falhos ...por vezes deixamos o sol interior ser tomado por nuvens de preocupação e por muitas vezes também criamos nossas próprias nuvens...nossos próprios problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Que esperar de alguém o mesmo gesto de carinho ou a mesma atitude ..é ter certeza de que seremos decepcionados..mais o ser humano não desiste jamais ..então sigo acreditando que um dia tudo isso vai dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Por que acredito apenas no que sinto e tento ..tento de todas as formas ser feliz com o amor que me oferecem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje o dia desta Rosa começa assim ..quieto..observador e com um "Q" de tristeza, mais mesmo assim não permito que as nuvens criadas por mim deixem minha natureza "Nublada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tenha um ótimo dia !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Beijos doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-4762379401686572626?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4762379401686572626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=4762379401686572626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/4762379401686572626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/4762379401686572626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/esperar-nem-sempre-bom.html' title='Esperar ..nem sempre é bom !'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SDGFYiFN5_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/d0MhvyFXT6w/s72-c/rosa-azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3787238184200254542</id><published>2008-05-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:40:35.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol Dentro de nós ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCxnFiFN5-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhzBkkOLQZY/s1600-h/girasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200645014451775458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCxnFiFN5-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhzBkkOLQZY/s400/girasol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCxljiFN59I/AAAAAAAAAFY/meCI4EcSYbI/s1600-h/girasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje acordei pensando no tempo...(risos) é podem me chamar de maluca mesmo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia frio, aquela neblina de manhã e comecei a pensar se não seria óptimo que o Sol surgisse assim radiante e espantasse todo aquele frio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No caminho pro trabalho encontrei algumas pessoas, umas conhecidas do trajecto e outras não..e fiquei a analisa-las em meu silêncio enquanto tentava fazer o fone do cel pegar.(rs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E percebi que existem pessoas que simplesmente levam o frio dentro de si, pessoas que são tristes, frias, distantes permanentemente como se a vida inteira fosse um inverso gelado e sem emoção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já outras, mesmo que o tempo aqui fora esteja frio e cinzento, elas mesmo assim conseguem fazer com que o sol brilhe dentro delas, seja com um Bom Dia animado, ou com aquele sorriso que ilumina. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um exemplo foi ter cruzado com uma moça (que apesar de encontra-la varias vezes no caminho do trabalho ainda não sei seu nome) que faz a limpeza da rua da minha casa, hoje mesmo diante daquele frio ela me abriu um sorriso tão iluminador que senti como se o Sol dela aquecesse por alguns minutos o meu dia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso hoje resolvi postar sobre o SOL INTERIOR ..e deixar para os meus queridos que passam por aqui a ideia de não deixar que o Sol particular apague...que mesmo que o frio chegue e tudo pareça cinza..deixe sempre o sol vivo ...e se mesmo assim você não souber por onde começar deixo aqui plantando em meu jardim Girassois ...pra que te inspirem ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ A Imagem de hoje é dedicada a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEW SMART&lt;/span&gt; " Que este seu SOL nunca deixe de brilhar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos Doces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3787238184200254542?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3787238184200254542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3787238184200254542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3787238184200254542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3787238184200254542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-sol-dentro-de-ns.html' title='O Sol Dentro de nós ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCxnFiFN5-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhzBkkOLQZY/s72-c/girasol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5897138698494256424</id><published>2008-05-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:22:37.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Perfeito ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCrnCSFN58I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RYkvaRaz2Y8/s1600-h/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200222746152134594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCrnCSFN58I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RYkvaRaz2Y8/s400/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCrkyCFN57I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZwxMSmVnebU/s1600-h/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os versos que te fiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Têm dolência de veludos caros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te tanto! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nunca te beijei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5897138698494256424?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5897138698494256424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5897138698494256424&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5897138698494256424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5897138698494256424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor-perfeito.html' title='Amor Perfeito ♥'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCrnCSFN58I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RYkvaRaz2Y8/s72-c/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-641570253081291781</id><published>2008-05-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:16:37.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa Má - Persona alterada (risos)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; de hoje tentando descrever a sensação que tomou conta de mim definitivamente ontem;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma sensação de mudança tão forte que até eu, esta Rosa Maluca fui obrigada a repensar muitos conceitos que ultimamente eram verdades absolutas na minha vida ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enigmático&lt;/span&gt; este principio de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; ?? bom vamos simplificar as coisas então.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pergunta que gritava em minha mente era : - Por que em algumas situações em que nos sentimos feitos de besta, quando alguém pensa ser mais esperto do que nos...a primeira coisa que passa pela nossa cabeça é : " Mais isso não vai ficar assim, não mesmo!" ??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei lá, acho que estou generalizando muito as coisas .. certamente este pensamento faz parte apenas do meu mundo de Ex-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cafa&lt;/span&gt;..ou de Rosa Má (risos maliciosos).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitivamente sou do tipo que não pode ser desafiada e tão pouco ser feita de besta, mais cá pra nós existe coisa mais irritante que alguém "pensar" que pode te dar a volta? ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt; acho que não..pelo menos pra mim não tem !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais ai me pego pensando nas milhares de vezes em que esta sensação tomou conta de mim, tantas outras vezes que eu me aquietei, fiz meu coração sereno por que acreditava que eu realmente poderia mudar..deixar de ser tão má e tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;irônica&lt;/span&gt;... é eu realmente acredito que posso ser melhor do a Rosa  que era a um tempo atrás ..quando eu realmente não tinha nada a perder ...e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bacana&lt;/span&gt; era causar e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coleccionar&lt;/span&gt; conquistas amorosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tenho&lt;/span&gt; que admitir que quando esta sensação de ser feita de besta surgi ...a Rosa Má tenta mesmo reaparecer ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kkkk&lt;/span&gt; e de vez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enquando&lt;/span&gt; até penso em deixar ela agir só pra relembrar o quanto é doce o sabor da vingança ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kkkk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensações ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt; ...mesmo assim me sinto serena o suficiente pra continuar !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenham um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; dia !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos ternos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-641570253081291781?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/641570253081291781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=641570253081291781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/641570253081291781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCoIKiFN55I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HHSSst5rWRA/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-5351990002450785016</id><published>2008-05-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:44:23.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCH3sD79V-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NbgB8xWBI3Q/s1600-h/mand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197707781305358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCH3sD79V-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NbgB8xWBI3Q/s400/mand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hj ganhei um colarzinhu ..me diserão que é um patuá feito pra alegrar o coração de quem usa, espero que dê certo.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim que o dia amanheceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lá no mar alto da paixão dava pra ver o tempo ruir cadê você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Que solidão! Esquecera de mim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim,de tudo o que há na terra não há nada em lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que vá crescer sem você chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;longe de ti tudo parou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ninguém sabe o que eu sofri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Amar é um deserto e seus tremores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;vida que vai na sela destas dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;não sabe voltar me dá seu calor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vem me fazer feliz porque eu te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;você desagua em mim e eu oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e esqueço que amar é quase uma dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Só sei viver se for por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Djavan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-5351990002450785016?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5351990002450785016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=5351990002450785016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5351990002450785016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/5351990002450785016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/hj-ganhei-um-colarzinhu.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCH3sD79V-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NbgB8xWBI3Q/s72-c/mand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3851982530065298463</id><published>2008-05-07T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:42:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria entender ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCHpKz79V9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p88fpv2DmAg/s1600-h/ckmrTbcEnpCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197691816911919058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCHpKz79V9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p88fpv2DmAg/s400/ckmrTbcEnpCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje só queria ser capaz de entender, o por que de certas atitudes minhas e suas ..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se entender fosse também resolver o problema , Afinal que problema?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei lá ..ando confusa com tudo isso, um dia disse a uma determinada pessoa que ela dizia me amar talvez por não me conhecer direito, acho que nem eu imaginava o tamanho da verdade que estava proferindo naquele momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou exactamente isso, chata...ironica ...cinica...aquela que vivi provocando, a que nunca cumpre quando promete não brigar por coisas idiotas, a que não cuida nem da sua própria saúde, a que chora a toa mesmo sabendo que quem provocou foi eu ...a palhaça que não vê maldade nas coisas que escreve e sem perceber magoa quem tanto ama.. a que decepciona..a que realmente nunca vai tomar jeito .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser diferente , na verdade acho mesmo que a sua chegada na minha vida mudou um pouco de mim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que pedir desculpas talvez não seja o apropriado neste momento, mais então o que fazer ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humm melhor ficar quieta e esperar ..o que pra mim é quase um suplicio ..rs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudando um bocadinho de assunto..humm acho que vou mesmo pra BH ..viajem...trabalho ...responsabilidade ...\o/ tô finalmente me sentindo gente grande, e isso é bom demais ...melhor é quando você enxerga aquele brilho de orgulho nos olhos de quem você ama !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Ateliê , vai ser mais uma vez adiado, mais desta vez não por falta de ânimo e sim por que sinto outros ventos a caminho e deles eu não fujo mais.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os amigos, ai estes se afastam volta e meia, mais isso é bom cada um deles sabe a fortaleza que é e o dia que estão em dúvida disso voltam e reafirmam a amizade, os laços, o amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O corpo ..eita este esta aqui ..7 quilos a menos ...a necessidade de comprar roupas novas ..rs a tatuagem sai mês que vem... nem vejo a hora de fazer (posto a foto assim que estiver pronta).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os ideais ..ah estes nunca mudam ...ser feliz e fazer a Morena Flor a pessoa mais feliz do mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se tudo der errado..sumo e tento encontrar um lugar pra ser feliz de novo !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por hoje é só ...deixo como de costume meus beijos ternos e um poema logo acima pra fazer sereno o coração de vocês.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4047234579813396611-3851982530065298463?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3851982530065298463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3851982530065298463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3851982530065298463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3851982530065298463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/queria-entender.html' title='Queria entender ..'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SCHpKz79V9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p88fpv2DmAg/s72-c/ckmrTbcEnpCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-6317984397155681129</id><published>2008-05-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:27:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBuGX5RiFqI/AAAAAAAAADo/3AwBUYYBJYY/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195894340171470498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBuGX5RiFqI/AAAAAAAAADo/3AwBUYYBJYY/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu canto porque o instante existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e a minha vida está completa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não sou alegre nem sou triste: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sou poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Irmão das coisas fugidias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;não sinto gozo nem tormento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Atravesso noites e dias no vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Se desmorono ou se edifico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;se permaneço ou me desfaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- não sei, não sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Não sei se fico ou passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei que canto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E a canção é tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tem sangue eterno a asa ritmada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E um dia sei que estarei mudo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-6317984397155681129?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6317984397155681129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=6317984397155681129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3519731366842248251</id><published>2008-05-02T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:13:48.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBuDoZRiFpI/AAAAAAAAADg/-vycyoxlN1U/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195891325104428690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBuDoZRiFpI/AAAAAAAAADg/-vycyoxlN1U/s320/flor.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hj&lt;/span&gt; é aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;típico&lt;/span&gt; dia em que ficar em casa e não sair da cama seria "perfeito"... chuva ..frio, tudo isso deixa mesmo o dia com um aspecto meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melancólico&lt;/span&gt; eu diria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; tirei o dia pra tentar entender, o que sinto e o que desperto nos outros..o que sinto é bem simples de definir : Amor, palavrinha que transforma tudo..e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; ..(tantas definições disso científicas e sentimentalistas..que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;axo&lt;/span&gt; melhor não tentar dizer o que significa pra mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;..Basta saber que é importante e que me faz feliz a cada toque do telefone, a cada vez que nos olhamos.. pronto lá estou eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;divagando&lt;/span&gt; novamente..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quanto ao que desperto nos outros, descobri algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interessante&lt;/span&gt;, a vontade de me relacionar com outras pessoas e assim fazer amizades, conhecer outras formas de pensar ..é praticamente um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vicio&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sadio&lt;/span&gt; eu diria..se é que existe um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vicio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sadio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;colecciono&lt;/span&gt; pessoas, mais é muito bom ter gente nova disposta a trocar sonhos e experiências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Uma amiga uma vez disse que era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; não se apaixonar por mim ...que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dispautério&lt;/span&gt; o dela : É devidamente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; não se apaixonar por qualquer pessoa que realmente esteja disposta sempre a isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Não é preciso formula mágica e nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mandigas&lt;/span&gt; miraculosas ...basta estar aberto a esse sentimento que nos eleva tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Essa Rosa, esta totalmente envolvida por tal sentimento e como é de costume, não vou deixar de vive-lo por medo de não conseguir ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Amo na intensidade que o meu coração bate ...e ele insiste em acelerar cada dia mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Beijos ó&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;timo&lt;/span&gt; final de semana .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-3519731366842248251?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBuDoZRiFpI/AAAAAAAAADg/-vycyoxlN1U/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-1377506808176646215</id><published>2008-04-24T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:52:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBBziJRiFoI/AAAAAAAAADY/mx0LskazUPA/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192777400800384642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBBziJRiFoI/AAAAAAAAADY/mx0LskazUPA/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBBys5RiFnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KO66kSMh60g/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou a irmã do Sonho, e desta sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou a crucificada... a dolorida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sombra de névoa ténue e esvaecida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que o destino amargo, triste e forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Impele brutalmente para a morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou a que chora sem saber porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alguém que veio ao mundo para me ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que nunca na vida me encontrou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Florbela Espanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-1377506808176646215?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1377506808176646215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=1377506808176646215&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1377506808176646215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/1377506808176646215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SBBziJRiFoI/AAAAAAAAADY/mx0LskazUPA/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-3708706259440896307</id><published>2008-04-23T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:06:14.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SA8oLZRiFmI/AAAAAAAAADI/ws5CtyXoTRY/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192413071609566818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SA8oLZRiFmI/AAAAAAAAADI/ws5CtyXoTRY/s320/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas sementes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo o meu dia dizendo, que não existe pessoa que se defina mais "Feliz" do que eu ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt; engraçado como as vezes precisamos de tão pouco, algumas horas ao telefone com quem amamos ...algum amigo pra dizer que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; realmente é MALUCA mais que mesmo assim te ama..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando bem não acho de verdade que isso seja pouco..mais o que tanta gente nem para pra perceber, o que passa batido, aquele abraço ..aquele sorriso de bom dia, tantas boas sementes plantadas ao longo do dia, tantas novas oportunidades e presentes e em geral nem percebemos o quanto somos mesmo felizes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É eu realmente sou feliz por tudo que tenho ..e mais pelo que tenho me tornado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credo!! ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; filosofando muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais voltando aos meus turbulentos dias, a principio tudo mudou..é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aliás ando sendo uma boa programadora ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; a paciência tem sido exercitada com total força estes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; meses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt; ..a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Família&lt;/span&gt; ..anda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ótima&lt;/span&gt; , e eu ando os amando cada dia mais, natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; ..apesar de saber que deveriam ganhar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;premio&lt;/span&gt; só pelo fato de mesmo me conhecendo eles continuarem me amando...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Projeto&lt;/span&gt; em vista .. voltar ao meu Curso de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MKT&lt;/span&gt;... e montar logo meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ateliê&lt;/span&gt; ..não vejo a hora ..mais devagar as coisas vão se ajeitando..e eu conquistando cada vez mais a chamada "estabilidade"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é já que isso se tornou um diário ...conto que ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tô&lt;/span&gt; de dieta ...drogaaaa...rsrss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dizem&lt;/span&gt; as boas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;línguas&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tô&lt;/span&gt; ficando bem "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;totozinha&lt;/span&gt;" ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ai eu devo mesmo estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;maluka&lt;/span&gt; .. mais pra quem me conhece sabe que quando a felicidade faz morada , sou tagarela ...risonha e ando assim a 360 por hora ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já perdi a conta de quantas vezes tentei mudar ..mais ser Juliana ..Rosa .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/span&gt; ...é bom demais pra ser séria ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo a todos um dia assim como esta sendo o meu ...x&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;eio&lt;/span&gt; de flores ..de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cheiros&lt;/span&gt; ...de gostos ..por que Felicidade é isso ..conjunto mágico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;inexplicável&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/4047234579813396611-3708706259440896307?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3708706259440896307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=3708706259440896307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3708706259440896307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/3708706259440896307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/algumas-sementes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SA8oLZRiFmI/AAAAAAAAADI/ws5CtyXoTRY/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-246925227855284505</id><published>2008-04-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:17:39.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SAifOHxoF_I/AAAAAAAAADA/2D66uNB3LOI/s1600-h/rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190573635498678258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SAifOHxoF_I/AAAAAAAAADA/2D66uNB3LOI/s320/rose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Foste o beijo melhor da minha vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou talvez o pior...Glória e tormento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Contigo à luz subi do firmamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Contigo fui pela infernal descida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Morreste, e o meu desejo não te olvida: Queimas-me o sangue, enches-me o pensamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E do teu gosto amargo me alimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E rolo-te na boca malferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijo extremo, meu prêmio e meu castigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Batismo e extrema-unção, naquele instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por que, feliz, eu não morri contigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sinto-te o ardor, e o crepitar te escuto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijo divino! e anseio, delirante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na perpétua saudade de um minuto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Olavo Bilac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-246925227855284505?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/246925227855284505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=246925227855284505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/246925227855284505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/246925227855284505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-beijo.html' title='Um Beijo'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SAifOHxoF_I/AAAAAAAAADA/2D66uNB3LOI/s72-c/rose2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-386089558819700279</id><published>2008-04-16T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:20:43.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase - Sarah Westphal</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189831692783196130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SAX8bXxoF-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0AZ9r_OEO1k/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SAX8AnxoF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/sqhiVwp_h_U/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não e a incerteza do talvez é a desilusão de um quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor não me pergunto, contesto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A resposta eu sei de cór, está estampada na distância e frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, na indiferença dos "Bom dia", quase que sussurrados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sobra covardia e falta coragem até pra ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Talvez esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor, sentir o nada, mas não são. Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio termo, o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O nada não ilumina, não inspira, não aflige nem acalma, apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não é que fé mova montanhas, nem que todas as estrelas estejam ao alcance, para as coisas que não podem ser mudadas resta-nos somente paciência porém,preferir a derrota prévia à dúvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Beijos ternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rosa Canela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4047234579813396611-386089558819700279?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/386089558819700279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=386089558819700279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/386089558819700279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/386089558819700279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/quase-sarah-westphal.html' title='Quase - Sarah Westphal'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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parta que você cresceu em mim dum jeito completamente insuspeitado, assim como se você fosse apenas uma semente e eu plantasse você esperando ver nascer uma plantinha qualquer, pequena, rala, uma avenca, talvez samambaia, no máximo uma roseira, é, não estou sendo agressivo não, esperava de você apenas coisas assim, avenca, samambaia, roseira, mas nunca, em nenhum momento essa coisa enorme que me obrigou a abrir todas as janelas, e depois as portas, e pouco a pouco derrubar todas as paredes e arrancar o telhado para que você crescesse livremente..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-7051570584094309765?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7051570584094309765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=7051570584094309765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7051570584094309765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/7051570584094309765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/deixa-eu-te-dizer-antes-que-o-nibus.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SANhF3xoF8I/AAAAAAAAACo/C2-lyLJmbho/s72-c/flores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-4664060804531591260</id><published>2008-04-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:26:17.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por mais estranho que pareça, a vida em meu jardim esta se tornando calma, tranquila de uma forma que eu sinceramente não esperava que fosse ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando mais serena, mais ponderada , mesmo cometendo erros ainda primários...pelo menos eu os julgo assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração, este anda em dias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sossegado&lt;/span&gt; e outros tantos em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desassossego&lt;/span&gt;, acho mesmo que este negócio chamado amor as vezes (muitas vezes) cansa ..desgasta e machuca quem se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dispõe&lt;/span&gt; a enfrenta-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por amar demais e de uma forma totalmente diferente do que meu coração aprendeu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt; sinto que mudar o rumo das coisas é preciso, por mais dor que isso possa causar (e sei que vai causar).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi certa vez com um anjo, que abrir mão das pessoas e de sonhos, não é e nunca foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sinonimo&lt;/span&gt; de fraqueza ou covardia...por que definitivamente é preciso ser forte para que se deixe ir quem nos faz sorrir com palavras bobas, quem nos enfeitiça com os olhares , quem amamos em absoluto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se serei tão forte assim, temo por isso ... temo por não conseguir na prática o que meu coração as vezes compreende; deixar livre o ser amado ...pra que ele volte em um outro momento, e finalmente se possa ser feliz com desprendimento ...de forma total.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt; digo que meu coração tem medo, medo de não aguentar não ser mais dela ... medo de sentir ainda mais saudade.. medo ainda desta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt; que por mais que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt; ainda seja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;momentânea&lt;/span&gt; , com o tempo se tornará permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, medos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desassossegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...e ainda sim amor !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando estiver mais corajosa ..volto e planto novas flores pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vocês&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa Canela &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047234579813396611-4664060804531591260?l=cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4664060804531591260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047234579813396611&amp;postID=4664060804531591260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/4664060804531591260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047234579813396611/posts/default/4664060804531591260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirandasdeumarosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-de-rosa.html' title='Vida de Rosa'/><author><name>Rosa Canela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354211457456524370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/SzFOovYn2II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ocJDoaPYpCY/S220/juh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047234579813396611.post-4476694647514254197</id><published>2008-04-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:49:55.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/R_u835HiiPI/AAAAAAAAACY/gBXYU4w8EIY/s1600-h/rosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186947064258529522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/R_u835HiiPI/AAAAAAAAACY/gBXYU4w8EIY/s320/rosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4EAnx_dONU/R_u7lpHiiOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xMjXgPaouEE/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Este poema foi o marco de uma amizade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;.. de descobertas..cumplicidades..amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Foi neste poema que encontrei alguém capaz de se dar ...de permanecer ..de ser o que eu chamo de AMIGA-AMANTE ...por que sim nos amamos e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu primeiro post neste jardim...é para quem me chama de ROSA CANELA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rosa - Dew Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dia após dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assim que o sol irradia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ela vem em calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rosa em punho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saia em redemunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cabelo ao desalinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vejo pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dona da rosa mais bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rubra contra a canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dona da rosa passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Indo para a praça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Minha visão embaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Em sonhos soturnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dona cor a rosa me pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Calafrios noturnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dia a dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dona da rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A rosa da dona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A rosa canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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