<?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-882416262419110439</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:33:12.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>na bagagem...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.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-882416262419110439.post-511857878479523255</id><published>2009-08-20T23:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:50:54.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliança</title><content type='html'>E quem diria, que um dia&lt;br /&gt;iria casar?&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sabia.&lt;br /&gt;só não havia, encontrado a quem amar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que surgiu, meu amor viril,&lt;br /&gt;que só me fez encantar....&lt;br /&gt;Te amo até 3000, 4000, ou muito além mar....&lt;br /&gt;quer para sempre comigo ficar????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-511857878479523255?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/511857878479523255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=511857878479523255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/511857878479523255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/511857878479523255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/08/alianca.html' title='Aliança'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5136207276231452924</id><published>2009-05-15T16:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:05:44.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perto do Coração...</title><content type='html'>Ficar longe é dolorido, aperta o peito, machuca.&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é estar perto, colado, enrolado, abraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Poder trocar carinho, dar beijinho, falar baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade só é boa para aprendermos a valorizar estes momentos&lt;br /&gt;E levar no pensamento, imagens do amor que não separa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-5136207276231452924?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5136207276231452924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5136207276231452924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5136207276231452924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5136207276231452924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/12/perto-do-coracao.html' title='Perto do Coração...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4224571798287434588</id><published>2009-04-30T18:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:54:04.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feijão com amor...</title><content type='html'>Colocar o feijão de molho durante um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Picar a cebola, o alho, a salsinha.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de tempero especial para este prato, sem esquecer do sal.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso vai para a panela de pressão e em 45 minutos tá pronto.&lt;br /&gt;E vem a prova: Será que ficou bom?&lt;br /&gt;"Ficou igual ao feijão da minha mãe!" - disse ele.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia existir elogio melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que preparar feijão fosse me fazer tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;Parece ser uma coisa simples mas, assim como o amor precisa de cuidado e atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Já pensou feijão sem sal, sem tempero? Não teria a menor graça.&lt;br /&gt;O amor também. Tem que ser temperado, recheado, gratinado...&lt;br /&gt;Salgado ou doce, tem que estar no ponto certo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu acertei o ponto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4224571798287434588?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4224571798287434588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=4224571798287434588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4224571798287434588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4224571798287434588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/04/feijao-com-amor.html' title='Feijão com amor...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-3910354578961273107</id><published>2009-04-14T20:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:38:13.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo esta cambiando...</title><content type='html'>Me hablas, preguntas si nos podemos ver después&lt;br /&gt;razones me sobran pero aunque quiera no lo sé&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay algo más, que a simple vista no se ve&lt;br /&gt;será que hay algo más, que a simple vista no&lt;br /&gt;Te asusta la idea de lo que puede suceder,&lt;br /&gt;decirte quisiera algo que te haga sentir bien,&lt;br /&gt;pero es que hay algo más que a simple vista no se ve&lt;br /&gt;será que hay algo más, que a simple vista no se ve.&lt;br /&gt;Pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiando&lt;br /&gt;no se ve...&lt;br /&gt;pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiando.&lt;br /&gt;No pienses que olvido lo que me ha dado tu querer&lt;br /&gt;lo llevo conmigo, así me puedo sentir bien&lt;br /&gt;pero es que hay algo más, que a simple vista no se ve&lt;br /&gt;será que hay algo más, que a simple vista no se ve&lt;br /&gt;Pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiandono&lt;br /&gt;se ve...pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiando.&lt;br /&gt;Que más quisiera yo, que ser feliz y darte amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;que más quisiera yo, vivir feliz y darte amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay algo mas, que a simple vista no se ve&lt;br /&gt;Pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiandono se ve...&lt;br /&gt;pero siento que hay en mí algo que está cambiando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-3910354578961273107?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/3910354578961273107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=3910354578961273107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/3910354578961273107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/3910354578961273107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-hablas-preguntas-si-nos-podemos-ver.html' title='Algo esta cambiando...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7720694371137691922</id><published>2009-04-02T18:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:43:58.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SduQ1S2cX8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UJj59QrUp9w/s1600-h/sono%2520eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322006629936029634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SduQ1S2cX8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UJj59QrUp9w/s320/sono%2520eterno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho vivido o sonho da felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá medo pensar que posso acordar de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silêncio, por favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixem-me continuar dormindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/882416262419110439-7720694371137691922?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7720694371137691922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7720694371137691922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7720694371137691922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7720694371137691922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/04/tenho-vivido-o-sonho-da-felicidade-da.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SduQ1S2cX8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UJj59QrUp9w/s72-c/sono%2520eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5345978510708917745</id><published>2009-03-10T17:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:32:57.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SbcwzUvJsOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qR4-zjwBlmU/s1600-h/P2250030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767943804727522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SbcwzUvJsOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qR4-zjwBlmU/s320/P2250030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SbbVGlQNDeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WZiModL5nVk/s1600-h/nuvem+de+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz uma tatuagem no pé esquerdo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O lado do coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra nunca esquecer que o amor transforma a vida!&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/882416262419110439-5345978510708917745?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5345978510708917745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5345978510708917745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5345978510708917745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5345978510708917745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SbcwzUvJsOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qR4-zjwBlmU/s72-c/P2250030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-995802781009403563</id><published>2009-02-07T17:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:50:05.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transmissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SY3yzwRb2aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7AfyQR06Ipg/s1600-h/P6280013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300159307430222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SY3yzwRb2aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7AfyQR06Ipg/s200/P6280013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os pensamentos voam longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As turbulências assustam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aperte o cinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles nem sempre pousam nos lugares mais seguros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dá a tua mão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não gosto de sentir que embarquei sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso estar segura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E terminar a viagem no destino certo.&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/882416262419110439-995802781009403563?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/995802781009403563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=995802781009403563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/995802781009403563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/995802781009403563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/02/transmissao.html' title='Transmissão'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SY3yzwRb2aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7AfyQR06Ipg/s72-c/P6280013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6950693422142519998</id><published>2009-01-07T16:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:14:19.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O seu amor adoça o sal&lt;br /&gt;E traz o sol a um dia cinza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina as noites mais escuras&lt;br /&gt;enfeitando o céu com estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquece o inverno mais frio,&lt;br /&gt;Mata a minha fome&lt;br /&gt;E me mantém viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6950693422142519998?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6950693422142519998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6950693422142519998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6950693422142519998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6950693422142519998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-seu-amor-adoa-o-sal-e-traz-o-sol-um.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-1578877352197911189</id><published>2008-12-22T17:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:13:46.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mais um ano se foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SVADA2Y35SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nzCFtygKKAk/s1600-h/may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725676040316194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SVADA2Y35SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nzCFtygKKAk/s200/may.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando penso em tudo que aconteceu comigo em 2008, chega a me dar um arrepio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquela sensação estranha que começa no dedão do pé e termina no couro cabeludo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como pode ter tudo mudado e eu me transformado tanto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em janeiro, sinceramente cheguei a pensar que não sobreviveria aos próximos 11 meses que viriam pela frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegou fevereiro e eu comecei a perceber que poderia sim existir uma luz no fim do tunel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em março cheguei até ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em abril, simplesmente me inundou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as coisas foram ficando cada vez melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre maio e junho fui me tornando uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegou julho e a luz (que já fazia parte da minha vida) se dividiu em sete cores: as do arco-íris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momento mágico. Ajudou a tornar agosto, setembro e outubro mais leves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em novembro veio a certeza de que encontrei o pote de ouro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o melhor é que este ouro não é comercializável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se pode trocar, vender ou comprar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta preciosidade a gente conquista, atrai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou é atraído por ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada no mundo pode comprar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pessoa que escolhemos para ficar ao nosso lado pro resto da vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O nosso amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por fazer de 2008, o ano das nossas vidas!!! &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/882416262419110439-1578877352197911189?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1578877352197911189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1578877352197911189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1578877352197911189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1578877352197911189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-um-ano-se-foi.html' title='mais um ano se foi...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SVADA2Y35SI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nzCFtygKKAk/s72-c/may.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-229679301908144206</id><published>2008-11-08T08:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:09:50.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu encontrei-a&lt;br /&gt;quando não quis&lt;br /&gt;mais procurar&lt;br /&gt;o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;E quanto levou foi pr'eu merecer&lt;br /&gt;antes um mês e eu já não sei&lt;br /&gt;E até quem me vê lendo o jornal&lt;br /&gt;na fila do pão sabe que eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém dirá que é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;que é tão diferente assim&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor a gente é que sabe, pequena&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai!Me diz o que é o sufoco que eu te mostro alguém&lt;br /&gt;afim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E se o caso for de ir à praia eu levo essa casa numa sacola&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei-a e quis duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto clichê deve não ser&lt;br /&gt;Você me falou pr'eu não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;ter fé e ver coragem no amor&lt;br /&gt;E só de te ver eu penso em trocar&lt;br /&gt;a minha TV num jeito de te levar&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer lugar que você queira&lt;br /&gt;e ir onde o vento for, que pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;sair de casa já é se aventurar&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai, me diz o que é o sossego&lt;br /&gt;que eu te mostro alguém afim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E se o tempo for te levar&lt;br /&gt;eu sigo essa hora e pego carona pra te acompanhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-229679301908144206?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/229679301908144206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=229679301908144206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/229679301908144206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/229679301908144206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-encontrei-quando-no-quis-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4789019773367683495</id><published>2008-11-08T07:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:46:44.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1234 tell me that you love me more&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless long nights that is what my youth is for&lt;br /&gt;Old teenage hopes are alive at your door&lt;br /&gt;Left you with nothing but they want some more&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, bitterheart, now I can't tell you apart&lt;br /&gt;Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart&lt;br /&gt;Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to own up to one little lie&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;123456 9 and 10&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy you back the love that you had then&lt;br /&gt;123456 9 and 10&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy you back the love that you had then&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Who you areFor the teenage boys&lt;br /&gt;They're breaking your heart&lt;br /&gt;For the teenage boys&lt;br /&gt;They're breaking your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4789019773367683495?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8889349115517934640</id><published>2008-11-08T05:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:27:49.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É tanta coincidência, paciência, concordância, que não sei explicar.&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom!&lt;br /&gt;Não sai do meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça+corpo+coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que já tinha perdido a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Eu que vivia incrédula...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que vale a pena:&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé e ver coragem no Amor!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8889349115517934640?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8889349115517934640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8889349115517934640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8889349115517934640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8889349115517934640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/11/tanta-coincidncia-pacincia-concordncia.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7612408941510632789</id><published>2008-11-08T04:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:45:10.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balzaquiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SRVJH0B7VOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yCYdLffQuh8/s1600-h/Maysa+e+Gabi++041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266195737854301410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SRVJH0B7VOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yCYdLffQuh8/s200/Maysa+e+Gabi++041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, eles chegam, chegam e vão levando toda nossa infância e juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Toda nossa força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta. Não quero ter que aceitar isso.&lt;br /&gt;Imposições mundanas, religiosas, cristãs. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eles chegaram pra mim... e aí?&lt;br /&gt;Não sou casada, nem tenho filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tenho eles...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eles!&lt;br /&gt;São tão pesados e ao mesmo tempo tão leves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor fase, o auge, a plenitude!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu tenho eles, que não cabem mais em minhas mãos:&lt;br /&gt;Os 30 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-7612408941510632789?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7612408941510632789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7612408941510632789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7612408941510632789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7612408941510632789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/11/sim-eles-chegam-chegam-e-vo-levando.html' title='Balzaquiana'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SRVJH0B7VOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yCYdLffQuh8/s72-c/Maysa+e+Gabi++041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6233315092822019997</id><published>2008-10-01T17:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:45:04.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa - Para mim: O Poeta do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;— Amo como o amor ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei razão pra amar-te mais que amar-te. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que queres que te diga mais que te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando te falo, dói-me que respondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao que te digo e não ao meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! não perguntes nada; antes me fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De tal maneira, que, se eu fora surda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te ouvisse todo com o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Se te vejo não sei quem sou: eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se me faltas [...] ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tu fazes, amor, por me faltares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo estando comigo, pois perguntas — Quando é amar que deves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se não amas, Mostra-te indiferente, ou não me queiras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tu és como nunca ninguém foi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois procuras o amor pra não amar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E, se me buscas, é como se eu só fosse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguém pra te falar de quem tu amas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando te vi amei-te já muito antes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tornei a achar-te quando te encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasci pra ti antes de haver o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há cousa feliz ou hora alegre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que eu tenha tido pela vida fora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o não fosse porque te previa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque dormias nela tu futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu soube-o só depois, quando te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E tive para mim melhor sentido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o meu passado foi como uma 'strada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iluminada pela frente, quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O carro com lanternas vira a curva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do caminho e já a noite é toda humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena, sinto que eu Amava-te já longe, mas de longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor, diz qualquer cousa que eu te sinta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;— Compreendo-te tanto que não sinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh coração exterior ao meu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fatalidade, filha do destino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E das leis que há no fundo deste mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que és tu a mim que eu compreenda ao ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De o sentir...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6233315092822019997?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6233315092822019997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6233315092822019997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6233315092822019997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6233315092822019997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/10/fernando-pessoa-para-mim-o-poeta-do.html' title='Fernando Pessoa - Para mim: O Poeta do Amor'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-112097237902639320</id><published>2008-09-30T10:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:53:26.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sopa de letrinhas...</title><content type='html'>T&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nho me&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;o de pesadelos&lt;br /&gt;Eles me ass&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;stam&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de sen&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ir medo&lt;br /&gt;Segura minha mão?&lt;br /&gt;Assim me sentirei prot&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;gida&lt;br /&gt;E não vou me importar t&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nto se acordar no meio da noite apavorada&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo não passar de u&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; sonho b&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;m?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar jamais&lt;br /&gt;Desejo continuar sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Quer dormir comigo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-112097237902639320?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/112097237902639320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=112097237902639320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/112097237902639320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/112097237902639320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/09/sopa-de-letrinhas.html' title='sopa de letrinhas...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2561220777871733790</id><published>2008-09-03T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:54:27.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 doces meses... Julieta Venegas que o diga!!!</title><content type='html'>Esto está bueno pa bailar&lt;br /&gt;No sé dónde acomodarte&lt;br /&gt;No sé de qué color pintarte&lt;br /&gt;No sé muy bien que nombre darte&lt;br /&gt;Si te veo por la calle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo quiero hacer es salir a bailar un poco (a bailar un poco)(a bailar)&lt;br /&gt;No sé porque si fue solo un instante&lt;br /&gt;Se niega el tiempo a borrarte&lt;br /&gt;Fue una fina sombra que dejaste&lt;br /&gt;Algo hermoso inexplicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo quiero hacer es salir a bailar un poco (a bailar un poco)&lt;br /&gt;En realidad me gustas pa bailar un poco (a bailar un poco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cerca pa tocarte y pa bailar&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cerca pa sentirte pa bailar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me miras a los ojos y es algo único&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que yo siempre quiero más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2561220777871733790?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2561220777871733790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2561220777871733790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2561220777871733790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2561220777871733790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-doces-meses-julieta-venegas-que-o.html' title='5 doces meses... Julieta Venegas que o diga!!!'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-540323552350348999</id><published>2008-08-29T14:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:30:35.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuale d'amore...</title><content type='html'>Este é o título de um filme Italiano de 2005, dirigido por Giovanni Veronesi. O longa metragem retrata várias histórias de amor e suas diversas fases... Aí embaixo segue o texto de introdução do filme, que diz muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Il cuore ha le dimensioni di un pugno chiuso. É una forma simile a quella di una pera con la punta rivolta verso il basso. Il cuore è l’organo simbolo dell’amore, segue il ritmo delle emozioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente, in una persona adulta, il cuore si contrae 60-70 volte al minuto, in una persona innamorata molte di più. A volte si arriva a cento senza rendersene conto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore è l’ultimo ad andarsene. Lui continua a battere, anche quando viene sottratto all’organismo, anche quando la persona amata ti abbandona, anche quando tu non vuoi più soffrire. Non sei più tu che comandi quando sei innamorato…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando il tuo cuore batte forte per un’altra persona, non sei più tu che comandi: è lui!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''O coração é do tamanho de um punho fechado, semelhante a uma pêra virada ao contrário. O coração é o órgão que simboliza o amor e acompanha o ritmo das emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente, num adulto, o coração contrai-se 60 a 70 vezes por minuto. Numa pessoa apaixonada, muito mais. Às vezes, chega a contrair-se 100 vezes, sem que se perceba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração é o último a partir. Ele continua a bater mesmo quando é tirado do organismo, mesmo quando a pessoa amada te abandona, mesmo quando tu já não queres sofrer mais, não é mais tu que comandas quando estás apaixonado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu coração bate forte por uma outra pessoa, não és mais tu quem comandas: é ele!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-540323552350348999?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/540323552350348999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=540323552350348999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/540323552350348999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/540323552350348999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/08/manuale-damore.html' title='Manuale d&apos;amore...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6810609573599482595</id><published>2008-08-28T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:02:59.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SLawBKUXSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UNsZ4SvGP4A/s1600-h/arco+iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239568750488275586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SLawBKUXSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UNsZ4SvGP4A/s200/arco+iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre posso estar ao lado de quem amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida agitada não permite: Trabalho, afazeres domésticos, compromissos, viagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, parece que está cada vez mais difícil disso acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo é apertado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, apertado também é o abraço quando os minutos permitem o toque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando os segundos nos oferecem um presente!Ou dois, ou três: O olhar, o beijo, o cheiro, o gosto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de parecer ruim ter tão pouco tempo, acredito que sempre existe um lado bom! Estes pequenos momentos são mais valorizados e vividos com intensidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando a distância bater à porta novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O importante é não deixar que o coração esqueça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueça do amor que preenche toda a existência e que tem feito de mim uma pessoa melhor! Mais feliz, completa e realizada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! Já te agradeci hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por existir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por fazer da minha vida um arco-íris...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6810609573599482595?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6810609573599482595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6810609573599482595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6810609573599482595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6810609573599482595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/08/nem-sempre-posso-estar-ao-lado-de-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SLawBKUXSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UNsZ4SvGP4A/s72-c/arco+iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7134593206356600461</id><published>2008-08-17T21:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:19:05.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>saudade...</title><content type='html'>Difícil ficar longe de quem gostamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ne me quitte pas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-7134593206356600461?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7134593206356600461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7134593206356600461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7134593206356600461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7134593206356600461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/08/saudade.html' title='saudade...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6633126799067910312</id><published>2008-07-23T04:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:34:07.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le Toi Du Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla Bruni&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Carla Bruni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ton pile&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mes faces Toi mon nombril&lt;br /&gt;Et moi ta glace&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'envie et moi le geste&lt;br /&gt;Toi le citron et moi le zeste&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse&lt;br /&gt;Toi la guitare et moi la basse&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la pluie et tu es mes gouttes&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le oui et moi le doute&lt;br /&gt;T'es le bouquet je suis les fleurs&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'aorte et moi le coeur&lt;br /&gt;Toi t'es l'instant moi le bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le verre je suis le vin&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu es l'herbe et moi le joint&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le vent j'suis la rafale&lt;br /&gt;Toi la raquette et moi la balle&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jouet et moi l'enfant&lt;br /&gt;T'es le vieillard et moi le temps&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'iris tu es la pupille&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'épice toi la papille&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'eau qui vient et moi la bouche&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'aube et moi le ciel qui s'couche&lt;br /&gt;T'es le vicaire et moi l'ivresse&lt;br /&gt;T'es le mensonge moi la paresse&lt;br /&gt;T'es le guépard moi la vitesse&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la main moi la caresse&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'enfer de ta pécheresse&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le ciel moi la terre, hum&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'oreille de ta musique&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le tabac de ta pipe&lt;br /&gt;T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la gamme et moi la note&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la flamme moi l'allumette&lt;br /&gt;T'es la chaleur j'suis la paresse&lt;br /&gt;T'es la torpeur et moi la sieste&lt;br /&gt;T'es la fraîcheur et moi l'averse&lt;br /&gt;Tu es les fesses je suis la chaise&lt;br /&gt;Tu es bémol et moi j'suis dièse&lt;br /&gt;T'es le laurel de mon hardy&lt;br /&gt;T'es le plaisir de mon soupir&lt;br /&gt;T'es la moustache de mon trotski&lt;br /&gt;T'es tous les éclats de mon rire&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le chant de ma sirène&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le sang et moi la veine&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jamais de mon toujours&lt;br /&gt;T'es mon amour t'es mon amour&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ton pile&lt;br /&gt;Toi mon face&lt;br /&gt;Toi mon nombril&lt;br /&gt;Et moi ta glace&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'envie et moi le geste&lt;br /&gt;T'es le citron et moi le zeste&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse&lt;br /&gt;Toi la putain et moi la passe&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la tombe et moi l'épitaphe&lt;br /&gt;Et toi le texte, moi le paragraphe&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le lapsus et moi la gaffe&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'élégance et moi la grâce&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'effet et moi la cause&lt;br /&gt;Toi le divan moi la névrose&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'épine moi la rose&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la tristesse moi le poète&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la belle et moi la bête&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le corps et moi la tête&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le corps. hummm !&lt;br /&gt;T'es le sérieux moi l'insouciance&lt;br /&gt;Toi le flic moi la balance&lt;br /&gt;Toi le gibier moi la potence&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'ennui et moi la transe&lt;br /&gt;Toi le très peu moi le beaucoup&lt;br /&gt;Moi le sage et toi le fou&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'éclair et moi la poudre&lt;br /&gt;Toi la paille et moi la poutre&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le surmoi de mon ça&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi charybde et moi scylla&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la mère et moi le doute&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le néant et moi le tout&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le chant de ma sirène&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu es le sang et moi la veine&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jamais de mon toujours&lt;br /&gt;T'es mon amour t'es mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você á mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sua coroa&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Você meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;E eu seu gelo&lt;br /&gt;Você é o desejo e eu o gesto&lt;br /&gt;Você o limão e eu o sabor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou chá, você é a xícara&lt;br /&gt;Você o violão e eu o baixo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou chuva e você é minhas gotas&lt;br /&gt;Você é o sim e eu a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Você é o buquê eu sou flores&lt;br /&gt;Você é a aorta e eu o coração&lt;br /&gt;Você... você é o momento eu felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Você é o copo eu sou vinho&lt;br /&gt;Você... você é grama e eu a junta&lt;br /&gt;Você é vento eu sou a rajada&lt;br /&gt;Você a raquete e eu a bola&lt;br /&gt;Você é o brinquedo e eu a criança&lt;br /&gt;Você é o homem velho e eu o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a íris você é a pupila&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o tempero você a papila&lt;br /&gt;Você água que vem e eu a boca&lt;br /&gt;Você o amanhecer e eu o céu, abaixo o que mente&lt;br /&gt;Você é o padre e eu a embriaguez&lt;br /&gt;Você é a mentira eu a preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Você é o guepardo eu a velocidade&lt;br /&gt;Você é a mão e eu a carícia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o inferno de seu pecador&lt;br /&gt;Você é o Céu eu a Terra, hummmm&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a orelha de sua música&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o sol de seus trópicos&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o tabaco de seu cahimbo&lt;br /&gt;Você é o prazer eu sou o raio&lt;br /&gt;Você é a gama e eu a nota&lt;br /&gt;Você é fama eu mero iniciante&lt;br /&gt;Você é o que me arde na partida&lt;br /&gt;Você é a chama eu sou a prece&lt;br /&gt;Você é o entorpecimento e eu a soneca&lt;br /&gt;Você é o frescor e eu o aguaceiro&lt;br /&gt;Você a nádegas eu sou a cadeira&lt;br /&gt;Você é plano e eu...eu sou afiado&lt;br /&gt;Você é o Laurel do meu Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Você é o prazer de meu suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Você é o bigode de meu Trotski&lt;br /&gt;Você é todos os estouros da minha risada&lt;br /&gt;Você é a canção de minha sirene&lt;br /&gt;Você é sangue e eu a veia&lt;br /&gt;Você é o jamais do meu amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu amor você é meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sua coroa&lt;br /&gt;Você minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Você meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;E eu seu gelo&lt;br /&gt;Você é o desejo e eu o gesto&lt;br /&gt;Você é o limão e eu o sabor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou chá, você é a xícara&lt;br /&gt;Você a prostituta e eu a passagem&lt;br /&gt;Você é túmulo eu sou epitáfio&lt;br /&gt;E você o texto, eu o parágrafo&lt;br /&gt;Você é o deslize e eu a asneira&lt;br /&gt;Você a elegância e eu a graça&lt;br /&gt;Você é o efeito eu sou a causa&lt;br /&gt;Você é o divã e eu a neurose&lt;br /&gt;Você o espinho eu a rosa&lt;br /&gt;Você é a tristeza eu o poeta&lt;br /&gt;Você é o Bonito e eu a Besta&lt;br /&gt;Você é o corpo e eu a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Você é o corpo. Hummm&lt;br /&gt;Você é a seriedade eu não associo&lt;br /&gt;Você o policial eu o equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;Você o jogo eu a forca&lt;br /&gt;Você o enfado e eu o transe&lt;br /&gt;Você o muito pouco eu o muito&lt;br /&gt;Eu a salva e você o furioso&lt;br /&gt;Você é o raio e eu a pólvora&lt;br /&gt;Você a palha e eu a viga&lt;br /&gt;Você é o meu super-ego&lt;br /&gt;É você Charybde e eu Scylla&lt;br /&gt;Você é o amargo e eu o macio&lt;br /&gt;Você é nada e eu o tudo&lt;br /&gt;Você é a canção de minha sirene&lt;br /&gt;Você... você é sangue e eu a veia&lt;br /&gt;Você é o jamais do meu amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu amor você é meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6633126799067910312?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6633126799067910312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6633126799067910312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6633126799067910312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6633126799067910312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-toi-du-moi-carla-bruni-composio.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-551928726314228676</id><published>2008-07-23T03:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:39.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AS 7 CORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SIbXPp5orwI/AAAAAAAAADw/wL7QHnKeqLQ/s1600-h/coracao-areia_~bxp42601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226101081555644162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SIbXPp5orwI/AAAAAAAAADw/wL7QHnKeqLQ/s200/coracao-areia_~bxp42601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necessidades básicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volúpia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-551928726314228676?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/551928726314228676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=551928726314228676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/551928726314228676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/551928726314228676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-7-cores.html' title='AS 7 CORES'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SIbXPp5orwI/AAAAAAAAADw/wL7QHnKeqLQ/s72-c/coracao-areia_~bxp42601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5651510914727234788</id><published>2008-07-23T03:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:45:08.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não pareça tão distante...&lt;br /&gt;Existem coisas que você pode fazer e dizer! Principalmente para aqueles que estão com você.&lt;br /&gt;Quem você escolheu para estar ao seu lado hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o amanhã! E deixe vir o que há por vir...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que na maioria das vezes, as coisas podem ser difíceis, mas você já deveria saber disso a essa altura! As dificuldades vem e vão. Então por que, por que sofrer?&lt;br /&gt;Não silencie... viva!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-5651510914727234788?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5651510914727234788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5651510914727234788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5651510914727234788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5651510914727234788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-parea-to-distante.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4755682874631635442</id><published>2008-07-23T02:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:27:18.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assunção</title><content type='html'>Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você...&lt;br /&gt;O sal viria doce para os novos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Colombo procurou as Índias&lt;br /&gt;Mas a terra avisto em você.&lt;br /&gt;O som que eu ouço são as gírias do seu vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é gostar tanto do seu all star azul,&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é pensar que o bairro Assunção...&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali&lt;br /&gt;E entro no elevador...&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o 4 que é o seu andar...&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Ficou pra hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho mas já me sinto como um velho amigo seu.&lt;br /&gt;Seu all star azul combina com meu preto de cano alto.&lt;br /&gt;Se o homem já pisou na lua,&lt;br /&gt;Como ainda não tenho seu endereço?&lt;br /&gt;O tom que eu canto as minhas músicas pra tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Parece exato...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é gostar tanto do seu all star azul.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é pensar que o bairro Assunção,&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali&lt;br /&gt;E entro no elevador,&lt;br /&gt;Aperto 4 que é o seu andar,&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assunção, Satisfeito sorri quando chego ali&lt;br /&gt;E entro no elevador,&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o 4 que é o seu andar&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E continuar aquela conversa&lt;br /&gt;Que não terminamos ontem&lt;br /&gt;Ficou pra hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4755682874631635442?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4755682874631635442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=4755682874631635442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4755682874631635442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pensando: "Ah, quando eu fizer 15 anos" depois vem os "18" e os "20" e... então vou poder realizar tudo que eu sempre quis fazer e não deixaram! Ninguém mais vai me coordenar, mandar em mim, vai ser tão bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Puro engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até podemos realizar de fato o que temos vontade, só não é previsível o quanto pode ser trabalhoso chegar lá...&lt;br /&gt;do jeitinho que imaginávamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6045663094529277583?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6045663094529277583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6045663094529277583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6045663094529277583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice nice oh oh&lt;br /&gt;In fact they might feel sad and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh notwenty nine different atributes&lt;br /&gt;And only seven that you like, oh ohtwenty ways to see the world, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Or twenty ways to start a fight oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't dont don't Get out!shh-shh-shh...&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you baby'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;A man don't notice what they gotoh&lt;br /&gt;Women think of that a lotone thousand ways to please your man oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Not even one requires a plan, i know&lt;br /&gt;Countless odd religions too&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter which you choosea stubborn way to turn your backoh, this&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and now refuse&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't don't don'tGet out!shh-shh-shh...&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;Alright..Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up up up up up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-1605825559848000163?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1605825559848000163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1605825559848000163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1605825559848000163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1605825559848000163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-only-live-once-strokes-composio.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4085440261860402629</id><published>2008-07-16T16:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:39.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SH5OlSrR7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLTlu5ygHCo/s1600-h/P7080070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223699020371848850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SH5OlSrR7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLTlu5ygHCo/s200/P7080070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe-me contemplar tua beleza ao nascer do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se a vida fosse um eterno amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que será mais belo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O colorido do céu junto ao mar e o verde da natureza iluminado pelo primeiro raio de sol? Ou teus cabelos cor de ébano emoldurando tua face e teu olhar de viril homem a desejar-me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despir-me-ei de todos os medos e anseios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me encontrarás sempre nua à tua espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A demonstrar toda a pureza, sinceridade e amor que em meu coração habitam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, neste momento sublime, entrego-me em teus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um frágil cristal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guarda-me em teu peito, para que assim, não quebre jamais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4085440261860402629?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SH5OlSrR7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLTlu5ygHCo/s72-c/P7080070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-9067924603143994249</id><published>2008-06-24T18:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:39.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SGF0kduHR5I/AAAAAAAAADg/xb_vpI-V6_Q/s1600-h/arvores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215578013273900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SGF0kduHR5I/AAAAAAAAADg/xb_vpI-V6_Q/s200/arvores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa tarde fria de inverno, ela passeava entre névoa e garoa, esperava que as intempéries passassem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ao menos um raio de sol para aquecê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As nuvens escuras insistiam em cobrir o céu e seu corpo tremia de frio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia cinza a entristecia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pensamento buscava belas lembranças de um dia ensolarado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o mesmo brilho e calor que tornava sua vida mais feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis que avistou um arvoredo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nele viu a esperança de um abrigo, um conforto, proteção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, ainda assim sentia falta de algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisava do sol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como num passe de mágica, ele surgiu entre as árvores daquele bosque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A envolveu com seus raios luminosos e ofereceu seu colo para que ela deitasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca, em tempo algum, aquela frágil menina havia sido acolhida daquela maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi quando seu coração se encheu de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nunca mais houve um dia cinza em sua vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-9067924603143994249?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/9067924603143994249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=9067924603143994249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9067924603143994249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9067924603143994249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/06/numa-tarde-fria-de-inverno-ela-passeava.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SGF0kduHR5I/AAAAAAAAADg/xb_vpI-V6_Q/s72-c/arvores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-797881234263724567</id><published>2008-06-19T12:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:03:40.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viciada...</title><content type='html'>nessa música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Than - John Butler Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want is&lt;br /&gt;What you can’t have&lt;br /&gt;And if you just look around man&lt;br /&gt;You see you got magic&lt;br /&gt;So just sit back relax&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it while you still have it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic&lt;br /&gt;Because you could be better than that&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it get the better of you&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than now&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not about what’s better than&lt;br /&gt;You can be better than that&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it get the better of you&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than now&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not about what’s better&lt;br /&gt;All the time while you’re looking away&lt;br /&gt;There are things you can do man&lt;br /&gt;There’s things you can say&lt;br /&gt;To the the ones you’re with&lt;br /&gt;With whom you’re spending your today&lt;br /&gt;Get your gaze off tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And let come what may&lt;br /&gt;All I know is sometimes things can be hard&lt;br /&gt;But you should know by now&lt;br /&gt;They come and they go&lt;br /&gt;So why, oh why&lt;br /&gt;Do I look to the other side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know the grass is greener but&lt;br /&gt;Just as hard to mow&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not about what’s better than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traduzindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que você quer é o que você não pode ter&lt;br /&gt;E se você só olhar em volta&lt;br /&gt;Você verá que tem magia&lt;br /&gt;Então se sente e relaxe&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite-a enquanto você ainda a tem&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para o seu passado e só veja tragédia&lt;br /&gt;Por que você pode ser melhor que isso&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe isso tirar o melhor de você&lt;br /&gt;O que poderia ser melhor que agora!&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é sobre o que é melhor que...&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ser melhor que isso&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe isso tirar o melhor de você&lt;br /&gt;O que poderia ser melhor que agora!&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é sobre o que é melhor que...&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo enquanto você está parecendo distante&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que você pode fazer&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que você pode dizer&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que estão com você&lt;br /&gt;E com quem você está passando o seu hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Tire seus olhos do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E deixe vir o que pode vir&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sei é que algumas vezes as coisas podem ser difíceis&lt;br /&gt;Mas você já deveria saber disso a essa altura..&lt;br /&gt;Elas vem e elas vão&lt;br /&gt;Então por que, oh por que&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para o outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu sei que a grama é mais verde&lt;br /&gt;Mas é igualmente dificil de cortar...&lt;br /&gt;A vida não sobre o que é melhor que...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-797881234263724567?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/797881234263724567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=797881234263724567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/797881234263724567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/797881234263724567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/06/viciada.html' title='viciada...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-9202627843267414552</id><published>2008-06-18T20:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:12:17.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É simples (?)</title><content type='html'>O dicionário Aurélio diz o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simples adj. 2n 1. &lt;/strong&gt;Que não é duplo ou desdobrado em partes. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;Não constituído de partes ou substâncias diferentes. &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;Sem ornatos. &lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;Sem complexidade ou dificuldade &lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;Sem luxo ou aparato. &lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;/strong&gt;Que se deixa facilmente enganar. &lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;/strong&gt;Puro, mero. &lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;/strong&gt;Só, único. *&lt;strong&gt;S2g. e 2n. 9. &lt;/strong&gt;Pessoa simples, humilde. § &lt;strong&gt;simplicidade &lt;/strong&gt;sf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisa melhor do que a simplicidade? O ser e buscar ser simples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa ruim no significado de simples, é deixar-se enganar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é saber que, acredito eu, não estou me deixando enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza do que faço, penso, sinto, vejo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor por exemplo, apesar de parecer complicado, na verdade é muito simples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta saber vivê-lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-9202627843267414552?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/9202627843267414552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=9202627843267414552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9202627843267414552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9202627843267414552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/06/simples.html' title='É simples (?)'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2089659492648558280</id><published>2008-05-29T07:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:52:53.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Try...</title><content type='html'>Games, changes and fears&lt;br /&gt;When will they go from here?&lt;br /&gt;When will they stop?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that fate has brought us here&lt;br /&gt;And we should be together babe, but we're not&lt;br /&gt;I play it off but&lt;br /&gt; I'm dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my cool but&lt;br /&gt;I'm feinding&lt;br /&gt;I try to say good-bye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear,&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be free but&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a prisoner of your love&lt;br /&gt;I may seem all right and smile when you leave&lt;br /&gt;But my smiles are just a front&lt;br /&gt;I play it off but I'm dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my cool but I'm feinding&lt;br /&gt;I try to say good-bye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2089659492648558280?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2089659492648558280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2089659492648558280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2089659492648558280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2089659492648558280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-try.html' title='I Try...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2969167570340628303</id><published>2008-05-29T06:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:39.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD6GVjk5_TI/AAAAAAAAADI/ORQoVEjTmxI/s1600-h/P5240423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205745924172283186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD6GVjk5_TI/AAAAAAAAADI/ORQoVEjTmxI/s200/P5240423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca tinha visto a neve...&lt;br /&gt;Não em tamanha quantidade! Nossa como é linda! A neve e a Cordilheira dos Andes, ou melhor, a Neve na Cordilheira dos Andes.&lt;br /&gt;Ambas se completam...&lt;br /&gt;Uma não vive sem a outra...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a neve, só a neve... seria como uma folha de papel em branco!&lt;br /&gt;E a Cordilheira sozinha, seria só uma cadeia de montanhas... de uma só cor... de terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande espetáculo, o que torna tudo tão belo é a união.&lt;br /&gt;Juntas, Neve e Cordilheira formam uma verdadeira obra de arte da natureza!&lt;br /&gt;Assim é também a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Niguém vive só, ninguém é nada sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de alguém que nos complete, que esteja ao nosso lado, que nos dê carinho, amor, compreensão, felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Não é por nada a existência da expressão"almas gêmeas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, tudo bem, você não encontrou a sua metade da laranja?&lt;br /&gt;A tampa da sua panela?&lt;br /&gt;O sapato certo para o seu pé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calma... às vezes quando menos esperamos, aparece alguém que toma conta do nosso pensamento e coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diz a letra de uma música da Marisa Monte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E no meio de tanta gente eu encontrei você&lt;br /&gt;entre tanta gente chata sem nenhuma graça, você veio&lt;br /&gt;E eu que pensava que não ia me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais na vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ficar feio só perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você eu fico muito mais bonito, mais esperto&lt;br /&gt;E podia estar tudo agora dando errado pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você dá certo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí, segura coração! Porque o que você mais vai querer é cantar o refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por isso não vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me deixe nunca, nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não vá, não vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me deixe nunca, nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia estar sofrendo caído por aí&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você eu fico muito mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mais desperto&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia estar agora sem você&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero, não quero."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2969167570340628303?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2969167570340628303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2969167570340628303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2969167570340628303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2969167570340628303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/05/nunca-tinha-visto-neve.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD6GVjk5_TI/AAAAAAAAADI/ORQoVEjTmxI/s72-c/P5240423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-889251515904765702</id><published>2008-05-29T05:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:40.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD54sjk5_SI/AAAAAAAAADA/Tca4CLz4W3I/s1600-h/EML_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205730926146485538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD54sjk5_SI/AAAAAAAAADA/Tca4CLz4W3I/s200/EML_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda Bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Da Mata&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Liminha/Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não, como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias frios em que nós estamos juntos.Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto de amar, de amar!&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega!&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não, como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste mundo de anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sorte a nossa, hein?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse encontro! Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantos anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sorte a nossa, hein?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse encontro!Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse encontro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;br /&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/882416262419110439-889251515904765702?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/889251515904765702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=889251515904765702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/889251515904765702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/889251515904765702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica.html' title='Música...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SD54sjk5_SI/AAAAAAAAADA/Tca4CLz4W3I/s72-c/EML_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-828868452748430449</id><published>2008-05-17T17:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:40.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual a trilha sonora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SC9I8IpkYeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PXuUp6dPCQ4/s1600-h/3%25C2%25B0%2520dia%2520046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201456292587397602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SC9I8IpkYeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PXuUp6dPCQ4/s200/3%25C2%25B0%2520dia%2520046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...da sua vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pensou nisso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes queria ter um chip instalado no meu cérebro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que a música não faltasse um instante se quer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passei o dia ouvindo e baixando música, confesso: foi MUITO bom!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus, nunca tire de mim a dádiva de poder ouvir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma respiração ofegante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E num momento de silêncio profundo, permita-me ouvir o que fala a voz do coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/882416262419110439-828868452748430449?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/828868452748430449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SC9I8IpkYeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PXuUp6dPCQ4/s72-c/3%25C2%25B0%2520dia%2520046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-549349466098372770</id><published>2008-05-17T17:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:56:09.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrofes...</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei pra onde a gente vai, andando pelo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei pra onde o mundo vai, nesse breu vou sem rumo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha aqui, presta atenção&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a nossa canção...&lt;br /&gt;Vou cantá-la seja onde for!&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca esquecer o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermelhos são, seus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Quase que me queimam!&lt;br /&gt;Que meigos são, seus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Lânguida face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que você vive comigo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não, como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias frios, em que nós estamos juntos, nos abraçamos&lt;br /&gt;Sob o nosso conforto de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus, não dariam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-549349466098372770?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/549349466098372770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=549349466098372770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/549349466098372770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/549349466098372770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/05/estrofes.html' title='Estrofes...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4604779139406636512</id><published>2008-05-07T07:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:01:51.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não pude evitar, tirou meu ar, fiquei sem chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que eu posso lhe adiantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é um beijo, se eu posso ter o teu olhar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4604779139406636512?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4604779139406636512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=4604779139406636512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4604779139406636512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4604779139406636512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-pude-evitar-tirou-meu-ar-fiquei-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8810184756289662</id><published>2008-04-29T09:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:23:53.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No repeat....</title><content type='html'>Não consigo parar de ouvir esta música do The Kooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE MOVES IN HER OWN WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at my show on Monday&lt;br /&gt;I was told that someday&lt;br /&gt;You'd be on your way to better things&lt;br /&gt;It's not about your make-up&lt;br /&gt;Or how you try to shape up&lt;br /&gt;To these tiresome paper dreams&lt;br /&gt;Paper dreams honey&lt;br /&gt;So now you pour your heart out&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me you're far out&lt;br /&gt;You're all about to lie down for your cause&lt;br /&gt;But you don't pull my strings&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a better man&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to better things&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, I love her because&lt;br /&gt;She moves in her own way&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, she came to my show&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear about my day&lt;br /&gt;And at the show on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;She was in her mindset&lt;br /&gt;Tempered firs and spangled boots&lt;br /&gt;Looks are deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Making me believe it&lt;br /&gt;And these tiresome paper dreams&lt;br /&gt;Paper dreams honey, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So won't you go far&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're a keeper&lt;br /&gt;You're all about to lie down for your cause&lt;br /&gt;But you don't pull my strings because&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a better man&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to better things&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, I love her because&lt;br /&gt;She moves in her own way&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, she came to my show&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear about my day&lt;br /&gt;Yes our wish's that we never made it&lt;br /&gt;Through all the summers&lt;br /&gt;We kept them up instead of&lt;br /&gt;Kicking us back down to the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Yes our wish's that we never made it&lt;br /&gt;Through all the summers&lt;br /&gt;We kept them up instead of&lt;br /&gt;Kicking us back down to the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, I love her because&lt;br /&gt;She moves in her own way&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, she came to my show&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear about my day&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, I love her because&lt;br /&gt;She moves in her own way&lt;br /&gt;But uh oh, she came to my show&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear about my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADUÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então na minha apresentação na segunda-feira&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava contando que algum dia&lt;br /&gt;No seu caminho estariam coisas melhores&lt;br /&gt;Não é sobre sua maquiagem&lt;br /&gt;Ou como você tenta ficar em boa forma&lt;br /&gt;Esses são cansativos sonhos de papel&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de papel, querida&lt;br /&gt;Então agora você despeja seu coração para fora&lt;br /&gt;Você está me contando que você está longe&lt;br /&gt;Você está deitada por sua causa&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vai me deixar tenso&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou um homem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Movido por coisas melhores&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, eu a amo porque&lt;br /&gt;Ela se move em seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, ela veio ao meu show&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para ouvir sobre meu dia&lt;br /&gt;E na minha apresentação de terça-feira&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava em seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Olhares enganam&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Nesses cansativos sonhos de papel&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de papel, querida&lt;br /&gt;Então não vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Me diga que você é responsável&lt;br /&gt;Você está deitada por sua causa&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vai me deixar tenso&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou um homem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Movido por coisas melhores&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, eu a amo porque&lt;br /&gt;Ela se move em seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, ela veio ao meu show&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para ouvir sobre meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nossos desejos que nós nunca realizamos&lt;br /&gt;Através de todos os verões&lt;br /&gt;Nós continuamos em vez de&lt;br /&gt;Nos chutar para os subúrbios&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nossos desejos que nós nunca realizamos&lt;br /&gt;Através de todos os verões&lt;br /&gt;Nós continuamos em vez de&lt;br /&gt;Nos chutar para os subúrbios&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, eu a amo porque&lt;br /&gt;Ela se move em seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, ela veio ao meu show&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para ouvir sobre meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, eu a amo porque&lt;br /&gt;Ela se move em seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uh oh, ela veio ao meu show&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para ouvir sobre meu dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8810184756289662?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8810184756289662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8810184756289662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8810184756289662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8810184756289662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-repeat.html' title='No repeat....'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6534957571623052711</id><published>2008-04-28T13:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:40.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SBYGIJm8PeI/AAAAAAAAACw/EOwIdZVVrwo/s1600-h/ina+coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194345957306416610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SBYGIJm8PeI/AAAAAAAAACw/EOwIdZVVrwo/s200/ina+coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero decifrar o que meu coração está tentando me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir que misterioso sentimento é esse,&lt;br /&gt;que toma conta do meu corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepios, frio na barriga, taquicardia,&lt;br /&gt;seguidos da vontade de rir o tempo inteiro e&lt;br /&gt;sair por aí dançando e cantando&lt;br /&gt;Mundo afora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento, este voa longe...&lt;br /&gt;...e acaba sempre no mesmo destino.&lt;br /&gt;Será isso tudo uma doença desconhecida e rara?&lt;br /&gt;Sem cura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém souber qual o remédio, por favor, avisa!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se o princípio ativo for algo que eu nunca tenha experimentado na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo provar agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6534957571623052711?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6534957571623052711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6534957571623052711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6534957571623052711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6534957571623052711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/04/quero-decifrar-o-que-meu-corao-est.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SBYGIJm8PeI/AAAAAAAAACw/EOwIdZVVrwo/s72-c/ina+coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8102072081626529364</id><published>2008-04-22T12:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:10:48.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma viagem pode revelar muitas coisas:&lt;br /&gt;Conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;Vontade&lt;br /&gt;Amizade&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;Descoberta...&lt;br /&gt;O que pode tornar tudo um verdadeiro desastre.&lt;br /&gt;Quando os viajantes percebem que não tem nada em comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do contrário, alcançamos a redenção!&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos o quanto viajar pode ser ainda mais contentador.&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidade! Sabe, aquela em que não precisa falar nada,&lt;br /&gt;um olhar basta para compreender tudo. Cada sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Aliás são tantos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let`s Cruising Together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8102072081626529364?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8102072081626529364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8102072081626529364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8102072081626529364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8102072081626529364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/04/uma-viagem-pode-revelar-muitas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2378305148394976999</id><published>2008-04-15T11:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:26:08.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia...</title><content type='html'>Numa imensidão de novos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo pode dizer ao certo o que eles significam.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso fico aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Decifrando seus olhares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;############################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio não constrangedor significa cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quer ser meu cúmplice?&lt;br /&gt;As palavras não se fazem necessárias quando uma alma toca outra alma com ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;############################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder ler teus pensamentos!&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ter certeza do que dizem as janelas da tua alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2378305148394976999?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2378305148394976999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2378305148394976999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2378305148394976999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2378305148394976999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/04/insnia.html' title='Insônia...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6788737943910042365</id><published>2008-04-09T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:59:07.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem fui no show da Céu.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que vi estrelas depois!&lt;br /&gt;A música embala a vida da gente...&lt;br /&gt;Ou a gente mesmo embala a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa é um ritmo, um som, uma nota musical diferente&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que até o silêncio tem melodia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###################################################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malemolência&lt;br /&gt;Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio até mim&lt;br /&gt;Quem deixou me olhar assim&lt;br /&gt;Não pediu minha permissão&lt;br /&gt;Não pude evitar&lt;br /&gt;Tirou meu ar, fiquei sem chão&lt;br /&gt;Menino bonito Menino bonito ai&lt;br /&gt;Ai menino bonito Menino bonito ai&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu posso lhe adiantar&lt;br /&gt;O que é um beijo se eu posso ter o teu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Cai na dança cai&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra roda da malemolência&lt;br /&gt;Menino bonito Menino bonito ai&lt;br /&gt;Ai menino bonito Menino bonito ai&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu posso lhe adiantar&lt;br /&gt;O que é um beijo se eu posso ter o teu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Cai na dança cai&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra roda da malemolência&lt;br /&gt;Chegou de mansinho, bem devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;Ô menino, não faz assim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu lhe dou todo o meu carinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6788737943910042365?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6788737943910042365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6788737943910042365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6788737943910042365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6788737943910042365'/><link 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Sabe aqueles sorrisos que você nem sabe explicar?&lt;br /&gt;"Rindo à toa..."&lt;br /&gt;...à toa???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-851098063840831126?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/851098063840831126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=851098063840831126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/851098063840831126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/851098063840831126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/04/cu-azul-nuvens-de-algodo.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-1816716476541013193</id><published>2008-03-03T17:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:40.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo num dia cinza, o sol está sempre lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R8xsVf2lOII/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4wgn7sxshA/s1600-h/maysa+garota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629188525340802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R8xsVf2lOII/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4wgn7sxshA/s200/maysa+garota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive ausente do blog nestes últimos dias porque estava em Capão da Canoa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, já aconteceu a grande final do Garota Verão 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foi um sucesso!!! Mesmo com alguns probleminhas pelo caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A começar pela minha dor de garganta! Noooossa! Fazia anos que eu não sabia o que era uma amigdalite... e essa particularmente não esquecerei jamais... na minha bagagem o que mais ocupou espaço foi o kit de remédios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuando com os probleminhas, na quinta-feira, durante o primeiro ensaio das garotas na passarela, o Claro Gilberto, diretor do evento, caiu e quebrou o pé. Mas, os queridos Toni e Bubols (diretor de imagens) continuaram o ensaio brilhantemente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na sexta-feira ao acordar, o mundo caía... Choveu, choveu, choveu muito! E nada de conseguirmos ensaiar... (De fato não ensaiamos. Em 26 anos de concurso foi a primeira vez que isso aconteceu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frio, chuva, dor de garganta.... isso é muito invernal, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estava na dúvida, isso é Garota Verão mesmo? Será que no sábado vai estar chovendo deste jeito? Pensava eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não é que parou a chuva! Eh!!!! Teremos um Garota Verão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exceto pelo fog londrino. Aquela neblina densa e branca insistia em cobrir a passarela. Cobriu praticamente durante todo o evento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, o sol estava lá! De alguma forma ele esteve lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sorriso das meninas ao desfilar, no brilho das pessoas que lá trabalharam, na superação do Claro que não abandonou o barco mesmo com o pé quebrado. No choro de despedida da Garota Verão 2007, a lindinha Luana Baggio "que tem nome de lua mas, brilho de sol" - como dizia o texto que a descrevia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, ele estava lá... aquecendo e energizando a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, o evento foi o sol daquele dia cinza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E brilhou, brilhou, brilhou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns à todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice Bastos, Ico Thomas, euzinha!, Robledo Milani, Fernando Alencastro, Micheline Gonçalves, Joice Bruhn, Alice Urbim, Ciça Kraemer (que ficou aqui em Porto), Alex Bubols, cinegrafistas, pessoal da técnica, todo o pessoal do eventos... ufa! se eu esqueci de alguém me perdôa... mas, tenha certeza: você também foi um raio do sol que não apareceu mas que incendiou !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*essa foto foi tirada lá em Capão! (viu? eu disse que tava frio!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/882416262419110439-1816716476541013193?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1816716476541013193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1816716476541013193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1816716476541013193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1816716476541013193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/03/mesmo-num-dia-cinza-o-sol-est-sempre-l.html' title='Mesmo num dia cinza, o sol está sempre lá!'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R8xsVf2lOII/AAAAAAAAACQ/w4wgn7sxshA/s72-c/maysa+garota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-621770061199654765</id><published>2008-02-20T15:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:41.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma escalada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R7xwsBMsxUI/AAAAAAAAACI/waELky8Ii8M/s1600-h/may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169130373852742978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R7xwsBMsxUI/AAAAAAAAACI/waELky8Ii8M/s200/may.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...de sucesso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisa boa estar em contato com a natureza e ainda praticando esporte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta foto foi feita no Vila Ventura...estive por lá gravando o Rota 36!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este paredão é o início de um cicuito de arvorismo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sensação de ultrapassar limites e conseguir conquistar um objetivo (como o de chegar ao topo deste paredão) é sempre fascinante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-621770061199654765?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/621770061199654765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=621770061199654765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/621770061199654765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/621770061199654765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-escalada.html' title='Uma escalada...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R7xwsBMsxUI/AAAAAAAAACI/waELky8Ii8M/s72-c/may.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5129574136948407782</id><published>2008-02-18T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:06:08.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azar...</title><content type='html'>...eu gostei !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-5129574136948407782?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5129574136948407782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5129574136948407782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5129574136948407782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5129574136948407782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/02/azar.html' title='Azar...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-1825014972261779934</id><published>2008-02-18T13:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:04:46.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trabalho, trabalho, trabalho, viagem, um happy hour com os amigos + trabalho, trabalho, trabalho + viagens + um jantarzinho + uma balada + trabalho + stress = CANSAÇO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de FÉRIAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop de time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the world. I want to get off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-1825014972261779934?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1825014972261779934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1825014972261779934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1825014972261779934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1825014972261779934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/02/trabalho-trabalho-trabalho-viagem-um.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-955272603309287447</id><published>2008-01-21T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:35:39.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reapresentação...</title><content type='html'>Faz um tempinho que escrevi este texto mas, fiquei com vontade de publicá-lo novamente! Pra quem não leu ainda aí vai ele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de dançar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem precisar ir para um lugar específico, "cair na noite" ou "na balada".&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dançar o tempo inteiro!&lt;br /&gt;Em casa, no trabalho, na rua, na academia...Eu e meu MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;A vida deveria ser vivida com uma trilha sonora constante.&lt;br /&gt;Mudando o ritmo de acordo com as situações:&lt;br /&gt;Música para trabalhar...Música para viajar...Música para nada fazer...Música para o momento faxina...Música para malhar...Música para namorar...E pra fazer amor...Mas aí, não só com meu MP3 player!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta hora muda a trilha e é na mixagem que a gente se entende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-955272603309287447?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/955272603309287447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=955272603309287447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/955272603309287447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/955272603309287447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/reapresentao.html' title='Reapresentação...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-1838136235648640932</id><published>2008-01-15T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:24:01.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobri Regina Spektor...</title><content type='html'>Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind All these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never, ever met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me so sweet And so sah-ah-ah-ah-oft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never, ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never, ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singin' love songs&lt;br /&gt;Just to break My own fall Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say&lt;br /&gt;That of course it's Gonna get beh'uh&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get beh'uh Beh'uh, beh'uh, beh'uh, beh'uhBehtur, bettur, betterrrr, ohhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-1838136235648640932?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1838136235648640932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1838136235648640932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1838136235648640932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1838136235648640932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/descobri-regina-spektor.html' title='Descobri Regina Spektor...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-663147737141162531</id><published>2008-01-15T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:41.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R40SzRLH5CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v4zJQVfNXEA/s1600-h/maysa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797820401771554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R40SzRLH5CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v4zJQVfNXEA/s200/maysa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo de mudar...&lt;br /&gt;seguir a vida sem medo de ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;E me encantar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro por mim mesma! (e não estou sendo egoísta)&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que só assim, amando e nos encantando por nós mesmos, conseguiremos fazer sorrir quem nos cerca!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-663147737141162531?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/663147737141162531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=663147737141162531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/663147737141162531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/663147737141162531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/tempo-de-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R40SzRLH5CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v4zJQVfNXEA/s72-c/maysa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2313397215328305484</id><published>2008-01-10T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:41.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mundo tem uma criança interior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZHbBLH5BI/AAAAAAAAABs/5rGk4oyZUf4/s1600-h/pucca_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153885353069241362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZHbBLH5BI/AAAAAAAAABs/5rGk4oyZUf4/s200/pucca_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu mesma reencontrei a minha. Fui ao Mc Donalds e comi o tradicional Mc Lanche Feliz! Fiz isso dois dias seguidos! O brinquedo que escolhi foi a Pucca! Uma delas fica ruborizada diante de qualquer elogio! Ou então é porque aprontou alguma travessura e ficou com vergonha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A outra tem um enorme coração vermelho no peito! Cheio de amor pra dar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É ou não é uma fofura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2313397215328305484?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2313397215328305484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2313397215328305484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2313397215328305484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2313397215328305484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/todo-mundo-tem-uma-criana-interior.html' title='Todo mundo tem uma criança interior...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZHbBLH5BI/AAAAAAAAABs/5rGk4oyZUf4/s72-c/pucca_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5663478690710326334</id><published>2008-01-10T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:41.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZEQRLH5AI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzZX3kjFYE4/s1600-h/luz+no+tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153881869850764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZEQRLH5AI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzZX3kjFYE4/s200/luz+no+tunel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O Caminho da sabedoria é não ter medo de errar."&lt;br /&gt;Essa frase é do Paulo Coelho, eu particularmente não gosto de Paulo Coelho acho ele fake demais mas, devo admitir que o significado deste pensamento me faz refletir muito!&lt;br /&gt;Costumo dizer que me arrependo das coisas que deixei de fazer, nunca do que eu fiz. Se não arriscar como vou saber se vai dar certo... E se não deu certo ainda é porque não chegou o final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-5663478690710326334?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5663478690710326334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5663478690710326334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5663478690710326334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5663478690710326334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-caminho-da-sabedoria-no-ter-medo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R4ZEQRLH5AI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzZX3kjFYE4/s72-c/luz+no+tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2187214288940098093</id><published>2008-01-04T12:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:42.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para você o que você gosta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35P1xLH4-I/AAAAAAAAABU/BZfl1KaBqmo/s1600-h/ilustracao-sol-coracoes-~-u13314628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151642808910078946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35P1xLH4-I/AAAAAAAAABU/BZfl1KaBqmo/s200/ilustracao-sol-coracoes-~-u13314628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para calar a boca: Rícino&lt;br /&gt;Para lavar a roupa: Omo&lt;br /&gt;Para viagem longa: Jato&lt;br /&gt;Para difíceis contas: Calculadora&lt;br /&gt;Para o pneu na lona: Jacaré&lt;br /&gt;Para a pantalona: Nesga&lt;br /&gt;Para pular a onda: Litoral&lt;br /&gt;Para lápis ter ponta: apontador&lt;br /&gt;Para o Pará e o Amazonas: Látex&lt;br /&gt;Para parar na Pamplona: Assis&lt;br /&gt;Para trazer à tona: Homem-rã&lt;br /&gt;Para a melhor azeitona: Ibéria&lt;br /&gt;Para o presente da noiva: Marzipã&lt;br /&gt;Para adidas o conga: Nacional&lt;br /&gt;Para o outono a folha: Exclusão&lt;br /&gt;Para embaixo da sombra: Guarda-sol&lt;br /&gt;Para todas as coisas: Dicionário&lt;br /&gt;Para que fiquem prontas: Paciência&lt;br /&gt;Para dormir a fronha: Madrigal&lt;br /&gt;Para brincar na gangorra: Dois&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer uma toca: Bobs&lt;br /&gt;Para beber uma coca: Drops&lt;br /&gt;Para ferver uma sopa: Graus&lt;br /&gt;Para a luz lá na roça: 220 volts&lt;br /&gt;Para vigias em ronda: Café&lt;br /&gt;Para limpar a lousa: Apagador&lt;br /&gt;Para o beijo da moça: Paladar&lt;br /&gt;Para uma voz muito rouca: Hortelã&lt;br /&gt;Para a cor roxa: Ataúde&lt;br /&gt;Para a galocha: Verlon&lt;br /&gt;Para ser moda: Melancia&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir a rosa: Temporada&lt;br /&gt;Para aumentar a vitrola: Sábado&lt;br /&gt;Para a cama de mola: Hóspede&lt;br /&gt;Para trancar bem a porta: Cadeado&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve a calota: Volkswagen&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não acorda: Balde&lt;br /&gt;Para a letra torta: Pauta&lt;br /&gt;Para parecer mais nova: Avon&lt;br /&gt;Para os dias de prova: Amnésia&lt;br /&gt;Para estourar pipoca: Barulho&lt;br /&gt;Para quem se afoga: Isopor&lt;br /&gt;Para levar na escola: Condução&lt;br /&gt;Para os dias de folga: Namorado&lt;br /&gt;Para o automóvel que capota: Guincho&lt;br /&gt;Para fechar uma aposta: Paraninfo&lt;br /&gt;Para quem se comporta: Brinde&lt;br /&gt;Para a mulher que aborta: Repouso&lt;br /&gt;Para saber a resposta: Vide-o-verso&lt;br /&gt;Para escolher a compota: Jundiaí&lt;br /&gt;Para a menina que engorda: Hipofagin&lt;br /&gt;Para a comida das orcas: Krill&lt;br /&gt;Para o telefone que toca&lt;br /&gt;Para a água lá na poça&lt;br /&gt;Para a mesa que vai ser posta&lt;br /&gt;Para você o que você gosta: diariamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2187214288940098093?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2187214288940098093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2187214288940098093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2187214288940098093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2187214288940098093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-voc-o-que-voc-gosta.html' title='Para você o que você gosta...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35P1xLH4-I/AAAAAAAAABU/BZfl1KaBqmo/s72-c/ilustracao-sol-coracoes-~-u13314628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6270088330645083698</id><published>2008-01-03T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:42.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35QuRLH4_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1gEtFskcK8Q/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151643779572687858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35QuRLH4_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1gEtFskcK8Q/s200/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa, há quanto tempo não escrevia no meu blog...desculpem amigos e amigas, desconhecidos e desconhecidas que por aqui passaram. Faltou inspiração... Mas, a partir de agora estou de volta!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, 2008 é o ano que já é desde os últimos dias de 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de posts melancólicos... Desde o Natal, minha bagagem voltou de Seara repleta de felicidade, energia e boas vibrações.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem coisa melhor do que viver a vida de maneira leve, com um sorriso nos lábios e cercada de pessoas que te amam e que você ama também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que, se nossa "lâmpada" interna queimar, basta trocá-la para que nossa luz volte a brilhar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6270088330645083698?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6270088330645083698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6270088330645083698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6270088330645083698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6270088330645083698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2008/01/nossa-h-quanto-tempo-no-escrevia-no-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/R35QuRLH4_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1gEtFskcK8Q/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8041881459824520091</id><published>2007-09-26T06:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:39:56.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundo o  Dicionário Aurélio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peregrino&lt;/strong&gt; significa: estranho, estrangeiro. De bondade ou beleza rara. Romeiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8041881459824520091?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8041881459824520091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8041881459824520091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8041881459824520091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8041881459824520091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/segundo-o-dicionrio-aurlio.html' title='Segundo o  Dicionário Aurélio...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-9085808568646888259</id><published>2007-09-26T06:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:23:53.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscura...</title><content type='html'>é a estrada que percorremos.&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos luz nas pessoas que cruzam nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas pequenas coisas estão os grandes ensinamentos!&lt;br /&gt;Que bom não precisar seguir a peregrinação sozinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-9085808568646888259?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/9085808568646888259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=9085808568646888259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9085808568646888259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9085808568646888259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/obscura.html' title='Obscura...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2472125937325288333</id><published>2007-09-26T06:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:26:42.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação....</title><content type='html'>Incertezas, desconhecido, pessoas a circular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indefinição....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vou encontrar no caminho da minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade, solidariedade, paciência, carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva lava a alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos difíceis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras, lama, subidas e descidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que surge a planície:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas do bem se encontram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade, reflexão e paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais posso querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descansar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2472125937325288333?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2472125937325288333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2472125937325288333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2472125937325288333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2472125937325288333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/peregrinao.html' title='Peregrinação....'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2851604153551698271</id><published>2007-09-08T04:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:59:19.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na bagagem.... Nem sei o que há.&lt;br /&gt;Momento incerto...&lt;br /&gt;Queria mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2851604153551698271?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2851604153551698271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2851604153551698271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2851604153551698271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2851604153551698271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/na-bagagem.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6423790071370148868</id><published>2007-09-08T04:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:56:16.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viajar é fácil, difícil é viver....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6423790071370148868?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6423790071370148868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6423790071370148868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6423790071370148868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6423790071370148868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/viajar-fcil-difcil-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2812430844763958909</id><published>2007-09-08T04:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:51:27.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Triste, tristeza, tristinha, tristonha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2812430844763958909?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2812430844763958909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2812430844763958909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2812430844763958909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2812430844763958909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/09/triste-tristeza-tristinha-tristonha.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-3879148123209422262</id><published>2007-08-21T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:13:18.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o kikito vai para:</title><content type='html'>Nossa, fazia um tempo que não entrava ao vivo num programa de tv. Telejornal então, passou longe! O mais bacana foi ter me surpreendido comigo mesma! Acho que fui bem (a fonoaudióloga elogiou minha performance)! Me senti literalmente nas nuvens lá em Gramado... Isso por causa da neblina que de tão forte, parecia chuva. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que as intempéries chegaram somente a partir da metade da semana!&lt;br /&gt;No domingo de abertura do evento, o sol brilhava ...&lt;br /&gt;Minha Mãe comemorava aniversário...&lt;br /&gt;Meu Pai o seu dia...&lt;br /&gt;E o meu presente foi até Seara via satélite.&lt;br /&gt;Mandei o Kikito de Pais do Ano pela GloboNews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-3879148123209422262?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/3879148123209422262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=3879148123209422262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/3879148123209422262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/3879148123209422262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-o-kikito-vai-para.html' title='E o kikito vai para:'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8934181491737431814</id><published>2007-08-03T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:56:19.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>decepção...</title><content type='html'>Fui somente uma vez na academia esta semana.&lt;br /&gt;Que droga.&lt;br /&gt;E na próxima, tenho mil compromissos que sei, me farão abortar mais idas...&lt;br /&gt;E na outra, Gramado me espera...será que no hotel tem aquelas salinhas com esteira, bicicleta e aparelhos de musculação?&lt;br /&gt;Vou precisar...&lt;br /&gt;Estar em Gramado é "padecer no restaurante"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8934181491737431814?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8934181491737431814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8934181491737431814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8934181491737431814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8934181491737431814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/08/decepo.html' title='decepção...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4941102872972881630</id><published>2007-07-28T04:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:03:36.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lua porque andas toda nua&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrando tua graça, onde ninguém se quer te abraça?&lt;br /&gt;Se és somente lua porque fazes te adorarem se sentimentos em ti não existem?&lt;br /&gt;És um dom de Deus aos poetas que em breves palavras exaltam toda tua grandeza, por não resistirem à tamanha beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não existisses, o céu perderia tua graça&lt;br /&gt;Pois és a dama da noite que a todos balança&lt;br /&gt;Com teu eterno brilho, ofusca todos os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua magia somente se acaba, quando surge enfim o dia&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a sensação vazia, de uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde em saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4941102872972881630?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4941102872972881630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=4941102872972881630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4941102872972881630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4941102872972881630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/lua-porque-andas-toda-nua-demonstrando.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8870418691307390682</id><published>2007-07-28T03:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:02:49.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>Eis que o viril homem adormece&lt;br /&gt;Feito criança, após vivenciar espetacular playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será porque a mulher é conhecedora de tais brinquedos?&lt;br /&gt;Motivos para justificar sua existência incansável.&lt;br /&gt;Continua acesa,&lt;br /&gt;Viva&lt;br /&gt;e não quer adormecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-8870418691307390682?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8870418691307390682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8870418691307390682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8870418691307390682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8870418691307390682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-5083340273987567598</id><published>2007-07-26T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:06:46.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca pensei que fosse gostar tanto de dar socos e chutes! (mesmo que no ar!?)&lt;br /&gt;Noooossa Body Combat é tudo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de voltar da academia com vontade de não ter saído de lá, pode tamanha controvérsia diante de um mesmo tema? ACADEMIA!!! Às vezes amada, muitas vezes odiada...&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito sofrer de amor eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-5083340273987567598?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5083340273987567598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=5083340273987567598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5083340273987567598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/5083340273987567598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/nunca-pensei-que-fosse-gostar-tanto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7582422733890855749</id><published>2007-07-26T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:42.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RqjIjKpmGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZawONlKvfA/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091539885222140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RqjIjKpmGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZawONlKvfA/s200/anjo.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RqjHg6pmGoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/az5cNF5IKtQ/s1600-h/mp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sem precisar ir para um lugar específico, "cair na noite" ou "na balada".&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dançar o tempo inteiro! Em casa, no trabalho, na rua, na academia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu e meu MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;A vida deveria ser vivida com uma trilha sonora constante. Mudando o ritmo de acordo com as situações:&lt;br /&gt;Música para trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;Música para viajar...&lt;br /&gt;Música para nada fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Música para o momento faxina...&lt;br /&gt;Música para malhar...&lt;br /&gt;Música para namorar...&lt;br /&gt;E pra fazer amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí, não só com meu MP3 player!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta hora muda a trilha e é na mixagem que a gente se entende.&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/882416262419110439-7582422733890855749?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7582422733890855749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7582422733890855749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7582422733890855749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7582422733890855749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/hoje-acordei-com-vontade-de-danar.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RqjIjKpmGqI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ZawONlKvfA/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-4278674538916203414</id><published>2007-07-24T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:13:19.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a viagem da academia...</title><content type='html'>Ai, ai, ai... fui só dois dias para a academia...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver se nesta semana a coisa melhora!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje por exemplo,  serei OBRIGADA a ir e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto comer em São Chico minhas calças ficaram ainda mais skinny!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero estar na moda deste jeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-4278674538916203414?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4278674538916203414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=4278674538916203414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4278674538916203414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/4278674538916203414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/viagem-da-academia.html' title='a viagem da academia...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7980960955738895096</id><published>2007-07-10T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:43.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A viagem da vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RpPZt3KZqDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EcQrmt-izxg/s1600-h/mulher+exercicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085647786156337202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RpPZt3KZqDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EcQrmt-izxg/s320/mulher+exercicio.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de voltar de Gramado, tendo aprendido a patinar no gelo e jogar golfe, chegou a hora de retornar a um destino que de tempos em tempos me fascina: A ACADEMIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yôga, body combat, alongamento...&lt;br /&gt;Uma corridinha, bicicleta ou transport...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra voltar a velha e boa forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu não tivésse abandonado tantas vezes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-7980960955738895096?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7980960955738895096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7980960955738895096&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7980960955738895096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7980960955738895096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/07/viagem-da-vez.html' title='A viagem da vez...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RpPZt3KZqDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EcQrmt-izxg/s72-c/mulher+exercicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-9090438194768993059</id><published>2007-06-26T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:43.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divagando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RoFZoggmlxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RczmmHHKz04/s1600-h/mulher+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080440407106950930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RoFZoggmlxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RczmmHHKz04/s320/mulher+triste.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa cabeça é como uma bagagem e o coração, a necessáire...&lt;br /&gt;Muito cuidado ao emprestar sua escova de dentes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-9090438194768993059?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/9090438194768993059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=9090438194768993059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9090438194768993059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/9090438194768993059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/06/divagando.html' title='Divagando...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RoFZoggmlxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RczmmHHKz04/s72-c/mulher+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-6979930643321966204</id><published>2007-06-16T05:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:14:54.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gente, o que choveu, não tá no gibi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fui até Triunfo pra gravar o Rota e nada... nada pode ser feito diante de tanta água que descia do céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Depois que pisei naquela bela terra, cheia de histórias pra contar, São Pedro decidiu que deveria chover mais do que já estava... e assim aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Voltei pra Porto Alegre desolada... sem saber o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amanhã espero que o dia esteja bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Estou subindo a Serra... São Sebastião do Caí é meu destino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;será que o próximo Rota será lá mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Só o tempo irá nos dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aguardem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-6979930643321966204?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6979930643321966204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=6979930643321966204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6979930643321966204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/6979930643321966204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/06/gente-o-que-choveu-no-t-no-gibi.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-2558496578359156249</id><published>2007-06-14T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:43.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RnG-JggmlwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DLKNNOBtAGg/s1600-h/mulher+umbrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076047325578041090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RnG-JggmlwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DLKNNOBtAGg/s320/mulher+umbrela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gravar um programa que mostra roteiros turísticos, dependendo do lugar e das condições já é difícil, com esse tempo então... pior ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a previsão do tempo informa: vem mais chuva e muito frio por aí...&lt;br /&gt;O que se faz neste caso?&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em sentar no chão e chorar mas, isso quem faz é criança, coisa que deixei de ser há muito tempo. Aliás, áureos tempos em que eu era feliz e não sabia.&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não seja feliz hoje... só confesso que sinto saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de não fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de pedir para a mamãe o meu prato preferido no almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de não ter compromissos ou de ter muitos:balé, aula de pintura, piano, treino de vôlei, basquete, handebol e inglês.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! e de passar a tarde assistindo à MTV na casa de uma amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, já que isso não é possível (que eu saiba máquinas que voltam no tempo só existem em filmes), vamos enfrentar a chuva!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que eu tenho capa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-2558496578359156249?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2558496578359156249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=2558496578359156249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2558496578359156249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/2558496578359156249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/06/gravar-um-programa-que-mostra-roteiros.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RnG-JggmlwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DLKNNOBtAGg/s72-c/mulher+umbrela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7579906138031829582</id><published>2007-06-11T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:43.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/Rm64AQgmlvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8S1Qe6Uf3MA/s1600-h/mulher+aeroporto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196144664352498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/Rm64AQgmlvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8S1Qe6Uf3MA/s320/mulher+aeroporto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Numa das cenas entre o casal Marcela (Tainá Muller) e Ciro (Julio Andrade) no filme Cão sem Dono, um diálogo específico chamou minha atenção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ela com muita sede de viver novas experiências no trabalho e na vida, tinha o sonho de viajar! Queria conhecer a Europa e lá se firmar como modelo. Chegou a convidá-lo para ir junto mas, ele retrucou, dizendo que poderiam viajar ali mesmo no lugar onde estavam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Então eu me pergunto, será que isso é mesmo possível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Parei com tudo que estava fazendo e comecei a lembrar de onde já estive: Itália, Fernando de Noronha, Espírito Santo, todo as as cidades pitorescas que conheci aqui mesmo no Rio Grande do Sul, Buenos Aires (uma viagem romântica que fiz com meu namorado para celebrar meu aniversário)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tá mas, eu já fui até estes lugares pelo menos uma vez na vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E as cidades, estados e países que eu não conheço?! Posso chegar até eles mesmo sem os ter conhecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peguei um guia da Europa e na ânsia de "viajar" pelo desconhecido, folheava sem parar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Até chegar à conclusão de que não adianta, por mais que eu possa tentar, o ideal mesmo é encher uma mochila de roupas (sem exagerar), comprar uma passagem, seja ela de ônibus ou avião e sair por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Marcela tem mesmo razão! Não deixemos de buscar a realização de nossos desejos e vontades! Vamos viajar!! O mundo nos espera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-7579906138031829582?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7579906138031829582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7579906138031829582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7579906138031829582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7579906138031829582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/06/numa-das-muitas-cenas-entre-o-casal.html' title=''/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/Rm64AQgmlvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8S1Qe6Uf3MA/s72-c/mulher+aeroporto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-1426485757525073402</id><published>2007-05-15T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:02:38.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>saudade não deixamos de sentir, nos acostumamos com ela...</title><content type='html'>Uma viagem pode valer para muitas coisas... dar um tempo da vida corrida que se leva, conhecer um lugar por onde nunca passamos, rever outro onde já estivemos ou simplesmente matar a saudade de quem mora longe!&lt;br /&gt;A última viagem que fiz foi por um motivo muito especial. Comemorar o dia daquela que me trouxe ao mundo, minha Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;É sempre muito bom voltar ao lar, não existe aquele ditado que diz " o bom filho à casa torna"? Pois bem, não sei se me enquadro perfeitamente no papel de uma boa filha mas, pelo menos, tento levar a minha vida de acordo com o que os meus pais me ensinaram que era correto e digno. E como é bom ver o sorriso orgulhoso de nossos progenitores diante de uma nova conquista, uma promoção, um novo trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda é poder sentir o calor do colo de nossas Mães, o abraço sempre forte de nossos Pais... Na maioria das vezes não é necessária uma só palavra, apenas um gesto, um carinho, um afago... E se dependesse somente disso, minha viagem já teria valido a pena. Mas, teve muito mais: uma conversa gostosa, uma troca de idéias e pensamentos, a convivência em família e a comidinha gostosa que só damos valor quando estamos longe...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que  tendo estado dois dias na minha "antiga" casa teria conseguido deixar de sentir saudade mas descobri que apenas me acostumei com ela...&lt;br /&gt;E assim retornou minha bagagem... cheia de saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882416262419110439-1426485757525073402?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1426485757525073402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=1426485757525073402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1426485757525073402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/1426485757525073402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/05/saudade-no-deixamos-de-sentir-nos.html' title='saudade não deixamos de sentir, nos acostumamos com ela...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-7925763931605189412</id><published>2007-05-08T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:44.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o vôo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkDKZDIio3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/w0nrK_YweZ8/s1600-h/voo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062268512851108722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkDKZDIio3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/w0nrK_YweZ8/s320/voo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neste último final de semana, estive em Nova Petrópolis, uma cidade pequena, cheia de charme e muito acolhedora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lá, fiz novos amigos, pude rever os que já conhecia e ainda presenciar momentos gloriosos...como este aqui ao lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No alto do Ninho das águias, um vôo duplo que, juro, não tive tempo de fazer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso me despeço com a promessa de retornar...quem sabe pelo ar!&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/882416262419110439-7925763931605189412?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7925763931605189412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=7925763931605189412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7925763931605189412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/7925763931605189412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-vo.html' title='o vôo...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkDKZDIio3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/w0nrK_YweZ8/s72-c/voo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882416262419110439.post-8134221230694230854</id><published>2007-05-08T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:34:44.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma viagem virtual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkC5fDIio2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3tSnjBRH70/s1600-h/mala+maquina+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062249924232651618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkC5fDIio2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3tSnjBRH70/s320/mala+maquina+foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Os lugares por onde tenho passado não ficam muito longe desta terra que, desde 1995, é a minha morada... Porto Alegre! Mesmo assim, não deixam de ser muito especiais e cheios de cultura, energia, paz e tranquilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não precisamos ir muito longe para encher nossa mala de presentes, lembranças e recordações boas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na maioria das vezes, o que há de melhor para nós mesmos, está do nosso lado e a gente nem percebe. Então, o negócio é abrir os olhos e o coração para todas estas novidades e experiências! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E uma delas está sendo montar e escrever este blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uma viagem virtual onde, na bagagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hum, posso levar o mundo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/882416262419110439-8134221230694230854?l=nabagagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8134221230694230854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=882416262419110439&amp;postID=8134221230694230854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8134221230694230854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882416262419110439/posts/default/8134221230694230854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabagagem.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-viagem-virtual.html' title='uma viagem virtual...'/><author><name>maysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14795611711149958903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/SFmdHDc942I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8W4f9RP9Tb0/S220/EML_1003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aM3EZF-NFY/RkC5fDIio2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3tSnjBRH70/s72-c/mala+maquina+foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
