<?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-7512735168380898619</id><updated>2012-02-20T09:14:13.926-02:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='Max Gehringer'/><category term='trocadilhos'/><category term='curtas'/><category term='dúvida cruel'/><category term='coisinhas da minha casa'/><category term='falta de educação'/><category term='tem doido pra tudo'/><category term='show de bola'/><category term='música'/><category term='fim de semana'/><category term='Florbela Espanca'/><category term='estou sentindo'/><category term='poema'/><category term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><category term='cromossomo xy'/><category term='família'/><category term='nomes estranhos'/><category term='planeta'/><category term='curiosidade'/><category term='Tati Bernardi'/><category term='Confúcio'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='eu vou'/><category term='Affonso Sant&apos; Anna'/><category term='separados no nascimento'/><category term='esta é velha'/><category term='Martha Medeiros'/><category term='triste'/><category term='Muay Thai'/><category term='hã'/><category term='pra matar a saudade'/><category term='opinião própria'/><category term='homens gostam'/><category term='meu escritor favorito'/><category term='Balzac'/><category term='George Carlin'/><category term='só um trechinho'/><category term='pra morrer de rir'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><category term='viagem com a família'/><category term='regra'/><category term='humm'/><category term='soneto'/><category term='meu Rio Grande'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='Luiz Fernando Veríssimo'/><category term='amor'/><category term='dignidade'/><category term='todo homem deveria saber'/><category term='Pra ti'/><category term='Willian Shakspeare'/><category term='história contada'/><category term='eu amo meu trabalho'/><category term='violência'/><category term='suspeitei desde o princípio'/><category term='taras'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='Arnaldo Jabor'/><category term='Patativa do Assaré'/><category term='Arthur da Távola'/><category term='coisas de mãe'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><category term='verdade verdadeira'/><category term='um dia eu vou ser'/><category term='machista'/><category term='indignada'/><category term='criatividade'/><category term='crônicas'/><category term='miniaturas'/><category term='redação'/><category term='Ailin Aleixo'/><category term='Antoine Saint Exupery'/><category term='cromossomo xx'/><category term='Meu Mestre'/><category term='hoje é o dia'/><title type='text'>UMA GURIA APAIXONADA</title><subtitle type='html'>ANITA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>641</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7923671448328683891</id><published>2012-02-20T09:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T09:14:13.931-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"A negra sorriu:&lt;br /&gt;- Tá vendo?&lt;br /&gt;- Tou. A gente liberta o negro.&lt;br /&gt;A negra ia apanhando o tabuleiro. Henrique ajudou-a a botar as latas vazias em cima. Ela perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Você sabe qual é a coisa mais melhor do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é, minha tia?&lt;br /&gt;- Adivinhe.&lt;br /&gt;- Mulher...&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;- Cachaça...&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;- Feijoada...&lt;br /&gt;- Não sabe o que é? É cavalo. Se não fosse cavalo, branco montava em negro..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jorge Amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P.s. PQP!!! &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/7512735168380898619-7923671448328683891?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7923671448328683891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/negra-sorriu-ta-vendo-tou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7923671448328683891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7923671448328683891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/negra-sorriu-ta-vendo-tou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2368046344066388240</id><published>2012-02-14T16:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:14:00.603-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hoje, dia 14 de fevereiro é o dia de São Valentim.&lt;br /&gt;O Bispo São Valentim, após a proibição do imperador, continuou celebrando casamentos secretamente. A prática foi  descoberta e Valentim foi preso e condenado à morte. Enquanto estava  preso, muitos jovens lhe enviavam flores e bilhetes dizendo que ainda  acreditavam no amor. Enquanto aguardava na prisão o cumprimento da sua  sentença, ele se apaixonou pela filha cega de um carcereiro e,  milagrosamente, devolveu-lhe a visão. Antes da execução, Valentim  escreveu uma mensagem de adeus para ela, na qual assinava como “Seu  Namorado” ou “De seu Valentim”.&lt;br /&gt;fonte (Wikipédia) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dugbxcp4Was/TzqjUMgVE_I/AAAAAAAABds/VBtRcKA2wCE/s1600/dia-de-sao-valentim-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dugbxcp4Was/TzqjUMgVE_I/AAAAAAAABds/VBtRcKA2wCE/s320/dia-de-sao-valentim-004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que linda história. Se não fosse triste... não seria tão linda.&lt;br /&gt;Seria ele o cupido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2368046344066388240?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2368046344066388240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2368046344066388240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2368046344066388240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dugbxcp4Was/TzqjUMgVE_I/AAAAAAAABds/VBtRcKA2wCE/s72-c/dia-de-sao-valentim-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5774340785215183427</id><published>2012-02-13T17:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:14:41.716-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Eu não entendo,&lt;br /&gt;apenas sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de um dia entender,&lt;br /&gt;e deixar de sentir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio F. Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk5me7PH7Xw/TzlgCzLJzTI/AAAAAAAABdk/5jZvU5cWZKg/s1600/tumblr_lse919WI2B1qlqiado1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk5me7PH7Xw/TzlgCzLJzTI/AAAAAAAABdk/5jZvU5cWZKg/s320/tumblr_lse919WI2B1qlqiado1_400_large.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5774340785215183427?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5774340785215183427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-nao-entendo-apenas-sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5774340785215183427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5774340785215183427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-nao-entendo-apenas-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk5me7PH7Xw/TzlgCzLJzTI/AAAAAAAABdk/5jZvU5cWZKg/s72-c/tumblr_lse919WI2B1qlqiado1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6554680370942167336</id><published>2012-02-10T16:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:15:51.547-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu Mestre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muay Thai'/><title type='text'>Ganhei o dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Receber um elogio do meu Mestre, não tem preço. É uma pessoa íntegra e muito respeitada. &lt;br /&gt;Um grande homem. "O grande Mestre" literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o quê... eu escolhi o melhor professor!&lt;br /&gt;E, meu Sparrer é 10, minha parceira é perfeita, meus colegas me servem de exemplo, ou seja, o ambiente é muito propício para meu sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawadee krap&lt;br /&gt;Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu muito obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6554680370942167336?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6554680370942167336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/ganhei-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6554680370942167336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6554680370942167336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/ganhei-o-dia.html' title='Ganhei o dia!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6879323139699603802</id><published>2012-02-09T12:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:16:11.055-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidade'/><title type='text'>Só mais um teste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz um teste de  personalidade em site bacana, foi o mais interessante que fiz até hoje, e o que  mais se aproximou da realidade rsrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para minha surpresa, pontuei igual em  três tipos de eneagrama.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredport.com/TESTENEA1/tstenea2.htm" title="http://www.fredport.com/TESTENEA1/tstenea2.htmCTRL + Clique para seguir o link"&gt;http://www.fredport.com/TESTENEA1/tstenea2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eneagrama-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheio de  princípios, organizado, perfeccionista, punitivo, crítico, o E-1 tem padrões de  exigência muito elevados para consigo mesmo e com os outros. É sempre muito bem  comportado e civilizado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eneagrama-4&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O 4 sente  necessidade de buscar um significado para a vida e anseia excessivamente por  amor. Possui uma sensação interior crônica de escassez e imperfeição e  inclina-se para o refinamento tentando ser diferente.&amp;nbsp;Os 4 gostam de buscar o  artístico, o significante, enfim, o incomum em todos os aspectos da vida humana.  O que os outros podem considerar até mórbido, eles valorizam como profundo e  autêntico. Possuem também um certo ar especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente alimentam um  senso trágico da vida e podem possuir inclinação para as artes.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos dizer  que, sendo o 1 ético, o 4 é estético, ama a etiqueta. Assim como o 1 é rígido em  regras e procedimentos o 4, por sua vez, é rígido e crítico com as regras de  etiqueta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com relação a  relacionamentos, entretanto, os 4 evitam sentimentos comuns, colocando metas  mais ou menos impossíveis. Concentram-se nos relacionamentos e nos sentimentos,  porém tendem a relações tipo "atrai / rejeita" pois, quanto mais distantes, mais  perfeitas as pessoas lhes parecem. São também pessoas autênticas e,  honestamente, solidárias com o sofrimento dos outros. Quando a vida se banaliza  , entretanto, podem ter crises emocionais ou existenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eneagrama-6&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Normalmente leal,  trabalhador, cauteloso, o 6 é um pensador criativo. Desconfia da autoridade e  tem tendência a contestar, entretanto, espera , inconscientemente, encontrar um  líder confiável que não precise contestar. Os 6 sentem necessidade de segurança  e aprovação, são geralmente hipervigilantes e tomam precauções contra qualquer  ameaça, real ou percebida. Questionam as próprias decisões, os motivos dos  outros e a segurança de qualquer situação. Para eles, imaginar as piores  situações, é uma maneira inteligente de pensar. Costumam até irritar-se com  pessoas que não previnem desastres ou as consideram agourentas. Seu objetivo é  simplesmente estarem preparadas porém, parecem exageradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem variar  de reservados e tímidos a francos e confrontadores - reagem ao medo - ou  demonstrando ou "pulando logo" para ficar livre da sensação. Corteses, alegres e  divertidos, são produtivos e impõem ordem na vida. &lt;br /&gt;Apesar de serem  contestadores, é importante para eles a tradição na família e na  sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuram clareza em regras e regulamentos, não suportam  suspense. São firmes, até agressivos, com os "subordinados" e, mesmo  contestando, agem com submissão ao "chefe".&amp;nbsp;Pensam perceber sempre o que os  outros estão escondendo. São sociais, gostam de receber - a casa de um 6 é  sempre hospitaleira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6879323139699603802?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6879323139699603802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-mais-um-teste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6879323139699603802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6879323139699603802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-mais-um-teste.html' title='Só mais um teste'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3037328348370429461</id><published>2012-02-07T12:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:55:34.558-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu vou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Outra vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Talvez não seja nessa vida ainda&lt;br /&gt;Mas você ainda vai ser a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Então a gente vai fugir pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pedir pra namorar,&lt;br /&gt;Você vai me dizer que vai pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fim, vai beijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Talvez não seja nessa vida ainda&lt;br /&gt;Mas você ainda vai ser a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter mais mentiras pra me ver&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor antigo pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem os teus amigos pra esconder&lt;br /&gt;Pode crer, que tudo vai dar certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q98peLtuvgI/TzE7POowS5I/AAAAAAAABdE/wa-cB1cyEGc/s1600/tuxpi.com.1328568058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q98peLtuvgI/TzE7POowS5I/AAAAAAAABdE/wa-cB1cyEGc/s320/tuxpi.com.1328568058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vou dizer pra Deus nosso senhor&lt;br /&gt;Que tu és o amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pois não dá pra viver nessa vida morrendo de amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Armandinho)&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/7512735168380898619-3037328348370429461?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3037328348370429461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/outra-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3037328348370429461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3037328348370429461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/outra-vida.html' title='Outra vida'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q98peLtuvgI/TzE7POowS5I/AAAAAAAABdE/wa-cB1cyEGc/s72-c/tuxpi.com.1328568058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8691228385664966643</id><published>2012-02-07T09:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:11:30.194-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yqMXFixM6Q/TzEGxybVASI/AAAAAAAABc8/JluqUXNPe6Q/s1600/tumblr_llq68xmNTs1qhz3cto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yqMXFixM6Q/TzEGxybVASI/AAAAAAAABc8/JluqUXNPe6Q/s320/tumblr_llq68xmNTs1qhz3cto1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trocaria a memória de todos os beijos  que me deste por um único beijo teu. E trocaria até esse beijo pela  suspeita de uma saudade tua, de um único beijo que te dei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8691228385664966643?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8691228385664966643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/trocaria-memoria-de-todos-os-beijos-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8691228385664966643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Apenas mais uma de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;br /&gt;Deixo assim ficar subentendido&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ideia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Lulu Santos) &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/7512735168380898619-7394436089266485695?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8731408430472541806</id><published>2012-02-03T17:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:37:27.385-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>I gotta be cool, relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eu preciso me acalmar, relaxar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zO6D_BAuYCI" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8731408430472541806?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8731408430472541806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-gotta-be-cool-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8731408430472541806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8731408430472541806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-gotta-be-cool-relax.html' title='I gotta be cool, relax'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zO6D_BAuYCI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2792044893299529513</id><published>2012-02-02T14:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:45:21.687-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade verdadeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Fazendo remarcações de preços e cartazes. Quem diria que um dia eu voltaria a fazer isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como andar de bicicleta, a gente nunca esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um bom professor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2792044893299529513?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2792044893299529513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/fazendo-remarcacoes-de-precos-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2792044893299529513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2792044893299529513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/fazendo-remarcacoes-de-precos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1863558535925546739</id><published>2012-02-02T12:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:59:25.617-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMioviSnt4/TyqkwuFfCFI/AAAAAAAABcE/Spq34xeM25w/s1600/imagesab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMioviSnt4/TyqkwuFfCFI/AAAAAAAABcE/Spq34xeM25w/s1600/imagesab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Quando não posso contemplar teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;contemplo os teus pés.&lt;br /&gt;Teus pés de osso arqueado,&lt;br /&gt;teus pequenos pés duros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que te sustentam&lt;br /&gt;e que teu doce peso&lt;br /&gt;sobre eles se ergue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua cintura e teus seios,&lt;br /&gt;a duplicada púrpura&lt;br /&gt;dos teus mamilos,&lt;br /&gt;a caixa dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que há pouco levantaram vôo,&lt;br /&gt;a larga boca de fruta,&lt;br /&gt;tua negra cabeleira,&lt;br /&gt;pequena torre minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se amo os teus pés&lt;br /&gt;é só porque andaram&lt;br /&gt;sobre a terra e sobre&lt;br /&gt;o vento e sobre a água,&lt;br /&gt;até me encontrarem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda &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/7512735168380898619-1863558535925546739?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1863558535925546739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando-nao-posso-contemplar-teu-rosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1863558535925546739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1863558535925546739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando-nao-posso-contemplar-teu-rosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMioviSnt4/TyqkwuFfCFI/AAAAAAAABcE/Spq34xeM25w/s72-c/imagesab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6304458740856948030</id><published>2012-02-02T12:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:48:46.701-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV2clzmYxS4/TyqhX6gGueI/AAAAAAAABb8/08CnpL0NwbQ/s1600/over.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV2clzmYxS4/TyqhX6gGueI/AAAAAAAABb8/08CnpL0NwbQ/s320/over.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;'...&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E nossa história não estará pelo avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;assim, sem final feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;Teremos coisas bonitas pra contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;E até lá, vamos viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;temos muito ainda por fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;não olhe pra trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;apenas começamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;O mundo começa agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;Apenas começamos.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;Renato Russo &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;- Metal contra as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6304458740856948030?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6304458740856948030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6304458740856948030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6304458740856948030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV2clzmYxS4/TyqhX6gGueI/AAAAAAAABb8/08CnpL0NwbQ/s72-c/over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6190892226168730391</id><published>2012-02-02T12:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:50:09.431-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTwRUft7Kvg/Tyqem-E3UUI/AAAAAAAABb0/7h-vgHVYia8/s1600/tumblr_lp12q22axA1r0rxbwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTwRUft7Kvg/Tyqem-E3UUI/AAAAAAAABb0/7h-vgHVYia8/s320/tumblr_lp12q22axA1r0rxbwo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A noite - enorme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;tudo dorme, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;menos teu nome.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Paulo Leminski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6190892226168730391?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6190892226168730391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/noite-enorme-tudo-dorme-menos-teu-nome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6190892226168730391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6190892226168730391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/noite-enorme-tudo-dorme-menos-teu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTwRUft7Kvg/Tyqem-E3UUI/AAAAAAAABb0/7h-vgHVYia8/s72-c/tumblr_lp12q22axA1r0rxbwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5058186644837681502</id><published>2012-02-02T12:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:50:59.951-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-1_A1B_Xk0/TyqdgEbJ5FI/AAAAAAAABbs/RwsuUvJP9BA/s1600/images1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-1_A1B_Xk0/TyqdgEbJ5FI/AAAAAAAABbs/RwsuUvJP9BA/s1600/images1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Olhei  pra você fixamente por instantes. Tais momentos são meu segredo. Houve o  que se chama de comunhão perfeita. Eu chamo isto de estado agudo de  felicidade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/7512735168380898619-5058186644837681502?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5058186644837681502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/olhei-pra-voce-fixamente-por-instantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5058186644837681502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5058186644837681502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/olhei-pra-voce-fixamente-por-instantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-1_A1B_Xk0/TyqdgEbJ5FI/AAAAAAAABbs/RwsuUvJP9BA/s72-c/images1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5895603541914880144</id><published>2012-02-02T12:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:21:09.963-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'>A voz do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyKkKwNfjKE/TyqbvxlO9FI/AAAAAAAABbk/s6fTy4T_4Qc/s1600/tumblr_l8n5ps5LL81qa4pypo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyKkKwNfjKE/TyqbvxlO9FI/AAAAAAAABbk/s6fTy4T_4Qc/s320/tumblr_l8n5ps5LL81qa4pypo1_500_large.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pior do que a voz que cala,&lt;br /&gt;é um silêncio que fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples, rápido! E quanta força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente me veio à cabeça situações&lt;br /&gt;em que o silêncio me disse verdades terríveis,&lt;br /&gt;pois você sabe, o silêncio não é dado a amenidades.&lt;br /&gt;Um telefone mudo. Um e-mail que não chega.&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro onde nenhum dos dois abre a boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes, numa discussão histérica,&lt;br /&gt;ouvimos um dos dois gritar:&lt;br /&gt;"Diz alguma coisa, mas não fica&lt;br /&gt;aí parado me olhando!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o silêncio de um, mandando más notícias&lt;br /&gt;para o desespero do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo no amor,&lt;br /&gt;quando a relação é sólida e madura,&lt;br /&gt;o silêncio a dois não incomoda,&lt;br /&gt;pois é o silêncio da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O único silêncio que perturba,&lt;br /&gt;é aquele que fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fala alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando ninguém bate à nossa porta,&lt;br /&gt;não há emails na caixa de entrada&lt;br /&gt;não há recados na secretária eletrônica&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim, você entende a mensagem."&lt;br /&gt;(Martha Medeiros)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5895603541914880144?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5895603541914880144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/voz-do-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5895603541914880144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5895603541914880144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/voz-do-silencio.html' title='A voz do silêncio'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyKkKwNfjKE/TyqbvxlO9FI/AAAAAAAABbk/s6fTy4T_4Qc/s72-c/tumblr_l8n5ps5LL81qa4pypo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6452266920624764955</id><published>2012-02-01T23:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:26:47.129-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>All Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/32VwbULuXzM" width="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis fez esta canção para Cássia Eller.&lt;br /&gt;Achei de uma delicadeza... Me emocionei!&lt;br /&gt;Ela não dava a menor bola pra ele. Um dia um amigo avisou Nando que Cássia estava cantando All Star no show. Ele assistiu, muito tenso, pela tv. Pois aquilo era um ato de muita audácia dela. Estava demonstrando que também gostava dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que ela usava nos pés???&lt;br /&gt;All Star azul!&lt;br /&gt;Lindos. &lt;br /&gt;(depois que ela morreu, nunca mais ele conseguiu tocar esta música).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6452266920624764955?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6452266920624764955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/02/all-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6452266920624764955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Assim que você pensar que sabe como são realmente as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Descubra outra maneira de olhar para elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Robin Williams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6746402511169879434?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6746402511169879434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/assim-que-voce-pensar-que-sabe-como-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6746402511169879434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;devemos compreender as razões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Grando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6882031212455874903?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6882031212455874903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/daqueles-que-nao-formos-capazes-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6882031212455874903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6882031212455874903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/daqueles-que-nao-formos-capazes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6598988714106479234</id><published>2012-01-26T16:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:35:41.546-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'>Meu Blog não é banheiro público!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Uma pessoa que chega na minha casa, sem ser convidada (o), não limpa os pés, não cumprimenta, senta no melhor sofá, abre a geladeira e toma a água mais gelada...&lt;br /&gt;Antes de sair critica tudo isso e ainda cóspe no chão, não merece o meu respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anônimo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vem a ser um anônimo?&lt;br /&gt;Um ninguém, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Blog não é banheiro público meu amigo ou amiga (irônicamente falando, é claro).&lt;br /&gt;E, só para conhecimento: cada linha, cada imagem, cada letra, tudo isso foi escolhido com carinho por esta pessoa ignorante e Apaixonada aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou publicar, em respeito aos meus amigos de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;O dia que tiveres um mínimo de educação, e reformular teu comentário, aí sim eu pensarei em aceitar algum conselho teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passe bem... longe daqui :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \o/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6598988714106479234?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2202103231476964403</id><published>2012-01-26T12:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:41:00.609-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor, meu grande amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPjw7T34rbQ/TyFl1_a-kKI/AAAAAAAABbc/UsAmw24TN3k/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPjw7T34rbQ/TyFl1_a-kKI/AAAAAAAABbc/UsAmw24TN3k/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me veja nos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cara lavada&lt;br /&gt;Me venha sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Se sou fogo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se sou água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barão Vermelho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2202103231476964403?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2202103231476964403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/amor-meu-grande-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2202103231476964403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2202103231476964403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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trbidi="on"&gt;"Em tempos de paz, os filhos enterram os pais.&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos de guerra, os pais enterram seus filhos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5465152248018435794?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5465152248018435794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/pressagio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5465152248018435794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5465152248018435794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGIxx4GvDrY/Tx1zB0g3JfI/AAAAAAAABbU/LyE5LSyFrwY/s1600/tumblr_lv317fBdid1qjrjm8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGIxx4GvDrY/Tx1zB0g3JfI/AAAAAAAABbU/LyE5LSyFrwY/s320/tumblr_lv317fBdid1qjrjm8o1_500.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://fuckyeahthebeatles.tumblr.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-1142608124066274253?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmSJ_Y9dVMs/TxgmsKxrpKI/AAAAAAAABbM/wyYzkdl7Wvs/s1600/fotos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-3237620353840372826?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3237620353840372826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3237620353840372826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3237620353840372826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmSJ_Y9dVMs/TxgmsKxrpKI/AAAAAAAABbM/wyYzkdl7Wvs/s72-c/fotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2028749776509429945</id><published>2012-01-18T16:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:13:17.414-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humm'/><title type='text'>Para emagrecer, coma! É um conselho da GNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMo-f5JftJo/TxcLS0Vj0_I/AAAAAAAABbE/GwqfFkrpJ3o/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMo-f5JftJo/TxcLS0Vj0_I/AAAAAAAABbE/GwqfFkrpJ3o/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei uma dieta, que, para emagrecer eu deveria comer mais. Olha que espetáculo.&lt;br /&gt;Logo pensei: - tudo o que eu queria!!!&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira semana engordei umas gramas.&lt;br /&gt;Aí a nutricionista perguntou se eu estava comendo de 3 em 3 horas e exatamente os alimentos da lista que ela havia me passado?&lt;br /&gt;Cours! A semana inteira comendo pão integral, peito de peru defumado, iogurte light de ameixa, café com adoçante (éccaa), aliás - tudo com adoçante sabor dipirona! E de almoço só frango grelhado com muita salada e suco natural sem açúcar e sem adoçante.&lt;br /&gt;E continuei com meus treininhos 3 vezes por semana, naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela ficou intrigada. Disse que não era normal isso, eu deveria ter perdido ao menos 1 kg nesta semana.&lt;br /&gt;Pensou... pensou... folheou um livro grosso lá de um milhão e quinhentas páginas.&lt;br /&gt;Fez mais perguntas... me pesou de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, continuemos assim mais esta semana, disse ela bem desapontada.&lt;br /&gt;Foi me acompanhando até a porta e se despedindo:&lt;br /&gt;- tchau, nos vemos então na semana que vem. Esperando um resultado melhor. Se você está fazendo tudo certinho, não tem porque engordar. Está dormindo à que horas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Caiu a casa, néah?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordo às 7h e vou dormir depois das 00:00h. Olha quantas refeições eu estava fazendo de 3 em 3 horas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2028749776509429945?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2028749776509429945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-emagrecer-coma-e-um-conselho-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2028749776509429945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2028749776509429945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-emagrecer-coma-e-um-conselho-da.html' title='Para emagrecer, coma! É um conselho da GNT'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMo-f5JftJo/TxcLS0Vj0_I/AAAAAAAABbE/GwqfFkrpJ3o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-839367034472079975</id><published>2012-01-17T23:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:25:19.451-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Você precisa saber respirar para roubar o ar de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBNWRI6DTP4/TxYfcKUwFQI/AAAAAAAABa8/2donOZe3WgU/s1600/tumblr_ln7sajWDCV1qg7z4yo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBNWRI6DTP4/TxYfcKUwFQI/AAAAAAAABa8/2donOZe3WgU/s320/tumblr_ln7sajWDCV1qg7z4yo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-839367034472079975?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/839367034472079975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-precisa-saber-respirar-para-roubar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/839367034472079975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/839367034472079975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-precisa-saber-respirar-para-roubar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBNWRI6DTP4/TxYfcKUwFQI/AAAAAAAABa8/2donOZe3WgU/s72-c/tumblr_ln7sajWDCV1qg7z4yo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8578026053614153648</id><published>2012-01-17T17:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:38:51.533-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='só um trechinho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Porque você não olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;o Ô...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás desta lente também bate um coraçã- ão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;eu uso óculos pra parecer inteligente. pssiuu&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8578026053614153648?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8578026053614153648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-voce-nao-olha-pra-mim-o-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8578026053614153648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8578026053614153648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-voce-nao-olha-pra-mim-o-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2435048269580096907</id><published>2012-01-16T16:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:33:31.831-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antoine Saint Exupery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTLMOOP8qwo/TxRtSqqz9hI/AAAAAAAABa0/XKpV7iGjL_I/s1600/pequeno_principe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTLMOOP8qwo/TxRtSqqz9hI/AAAAAAAABa0/XKpV7iGjL_I/s320/pequeno_principe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span align="center" class="author"&gt;“As estrelas são todas iluminadas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Não será para que cada um possa um dia encontrar a sua?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2435048269580096907?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2435048269580096907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-estrelas-sao-todas-iluminadas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2435048269580096907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2435048269580096907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-estrelas-sao-todas-iluminadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTLMOOP8qwo/TxRtSqqz9hI/AAAAAAAABa0/XKpV7iGjL_I/s72-c/pequeno_principe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5575417282871787293</id><published>2012-01-16T12:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:19:25.114-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVxLs5xvSXA/TxQ5cK-HCGI/AAAAAAAABas/dIjYZf1D-UU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVxLs5xvSXA/TxQ5cK-HCGI/AAAAAAAABas/dIjYZf1D-UU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Pra você guardei o amor que nunca soube dar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5575417282871787293?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5575417282871787293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor-que-nunca-soube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5575417282871787293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5575417282871787293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor-que-nunca-soube.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVxLs5xvSXA/TxQ5cK-HCGI/AAAAAAAABas/dIjYZf1D-UU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5243357889513515567</id><published>2012-01-16T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:05:43.455-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Cheirinho de Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Cheia de brilho e poesia, Anni é uma fragrância que combina saída  cítrica fresca com uma estrutura floral clássica . A delicadeza das  flores brancas ganha um tom irreverente com a adição de toques frutais  vibrantes, proporcionando mais opulência e volume ao corpo. Enquanto  nuances envolventes de musk e âmbar conferem intenso conforto, o acorde  gourmand exclusivo traz uma assinatura jovial, completando a harmonia da  criação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUvTYym7K6w/TxOAAxML2tI/AAAAAAAABZc/vbexXRwG2U8/s1600/perfume+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUvTYym7K6w/TxOAAxML2tI/AAAAAAAABZc/vbexXRwG2U8/s320/perfume+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O nome da fragrância é &lt;em&gt;Anni&lt;/em&gt; e é descrito como um “floral frutal” com as seguintes notas:&lt;br /&gt;Saída: Mandarina, Limão Siciliano, Apricot e Acorde Frutas Exóticas&lt;br /&gt;Corpo: Frésia, Muguet, Jasmim Transparente&lt;br /&gt;Fundo: Musk, Âmbar, Acorde Gourmand, Sândalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--q1FQOp3EvQ/TxODzlhbiEI/AAAAAAAABZk/_7Y8NVndEIw/s1600/perfume+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--q1FQOp3EvQ/TxODzlhbiEI/AAAAAAAABZk/_7Y8NVndEIw/s320/perfume+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;É, ou não é a minha cara?&lt;br /&gt;Olha o nome do perfume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSI3wK-pjjg/TxOEjWsIGyI/AAAAAAAABZ0/SHqD3O3_tLs/s1600/perfume+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSI3wK-pjjg/TxOEjWsIGyI/AAAAAAAABZ0/SHqD3O3_tLs/s320/perfume+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Gosto de comparar poesias com perfumes...&lt;br /&gt;Eles eternizam momentos, me transportam em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e recordações. É uma verdadeira mágica.&lt;br /&gt;A transformação de palavras em poemas e de acordes em&lt;br /&gt;essências alimenta minha alma, minha e vida e minhas emoções".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RidiUEQDCh8/TxOD-RRFQhI/AAAAAAAABZs/Nfuk0-Gw4Fo/s1600/perfume+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RidiUEQDCh8/TxOD-RRFQhI/AAAAAAAABZs/Nfuk0-Gw4Fo/s320/perfume+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Boticário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5243357889513515567?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5243357889513515567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheirinho-de-ana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5243357889513515567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5243357889513515567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheirinho-de-ana.html' title='Cheirinho de Ana'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUvTYym7K6w/TxOAAxML2tI/AAAAAAAABZc/vbexXRwG2U8/s72-c/perfume+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2035857135759648530</id><published>2012-01-13T15:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:39:05.025-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Eu sonhei com você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Então ela fica sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;- sério? me conta como foi?&lt;br /&gt;ele: eu não me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;- então como você sabe que sonhou comigo?&lt;br /&gt;ele: eu acordei feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mells em (http://fashion.me/looks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2035857135759648530?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2035857135759648530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-sonhei-com-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2035857135759648530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2035857135759648530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-sonhei-com-voce.html' title='Eu sonhei com você'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8972507298492154915</id><published>2012-01-11T23:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:12:51.639-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Blackbird - The beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oAgceen153I" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7IDbKQpt_I/Tw4x4TgC8yI/AAAAAAAABZA/0r5kqtpNoAM/s1600/ul_jj_blackbird0716%252BZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7IDbKQpt_I/Tw4x4TgC8yI/AAAAAAAABZA/0r5kqtpNoAM/s320/ul_jj_blackbird0716%252BZ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pássaro Negro, Você só estava esperando este momento para ser livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaeRspn33Bo/Tw4zYYSEs2I/AAAAAAAABZI/n6yhKd8WLq8/s1600/5845373406_155286968a_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaeRspn33Bo/Tw4zYYSEs2I/AAAAAAAABZI/n6yhKd8WLq8/s320/5845373406_155286968a_z.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pegue estas asas quebradas e aprenda a voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida toda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beatles &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/7512735168380898619-8972507298492154915?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8972507298492154915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/blackbird-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8972507298492154915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8972507298492154915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/blackbird-beatles.html' title='Blackbird - The beatles'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oAgceen153I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1252332134340778068</id><published>2012-01-11T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:50:06.914-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show de bola'/><title type='text'>De carne e osso, heim?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6eMFVY8mIck" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só de osso, mas carne e coração também.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a coisa mais bonita que vi nestes últimos tempos. Alguém me corrija, por favor, se eu estiver escrevendo bobagem (sobre moda estou desinformada) já vi muitas modelos se estabacarem no chão, mas nunca tinha visto uma modelo se abaixar e ajudar a outra lá caída. Nunquinha mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as gurias quem são?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, andei me informando rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;A coitadinha que caiu é a Ana Cláudia Michels e a que ajudou é Ana Beatriz Barros. Aninhas, minhas charás.&lt;br /&gt;Boas meninas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-1252332134340778068?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1252332134340778068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-carne-e-osso-heim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1252332134340778068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1252332134340778068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-carne-e-osso-heim.html' title='De carne e osso, heim?!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6eMFVY8mIck/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6701660988483978702</id><published>2012-01-11T12:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:56:54.941-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJIzQ3e-mRU/Tw2imiRJUXI/AAAAAAAABY4/Q1YRh5-h2Oo/s1600/404491_358464487503158_226361214046820_1693943_1648996584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJIzQ3e-mRU/Tw2imiRJUXI/AAAAAAAABY4/Q1YRh5-h2Oo/s1600/404491_358464487503158_226361214046820_1693943_1648996584_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alguns dizem que isso jamais daria certo.&lt;br /&gt;Outros dizem que foram feitos para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Eles preferiram não dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Preferiram meias palavras, e milhares de coisas não ditas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Luana&lt;br /&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6701660988483978702?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6701660988483978702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/alguns-dizem-que-isso-jamais-daria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6701660988483978702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6701660988483978702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/alguns-dizem-que-isso-jamais-daria.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJIzQ3e-mRU/Tw2imiRJUXI/AAAAAAAABY4/Q1YRh5-h2Oo/s72-c/404491_358464487503158_226361214046820_1693943_1648996584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3204181938404510974</id><published>2012-01-11T12:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:54:04.722-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X61E2x9lN4/Tw2iUH2l0qI/AAAAAAAABYw/EsXmczFrup0/s1600/blog6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X61E2x9lN4/Tw2iUH2l0qI/AAAAAAAABYw/EsXmczFrup0/s320/blog6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ter vergonha de nada que eu seja capaz de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-3204181938404510974?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3204181938404510974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-quero-ter-vergonha-de-nada-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3204181938404510974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3204181938404510974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-quero-ter-vergonha-de-nada-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X61E2x9lN4/Tw2iUH2l0qI/AAAAAAAABYw/EsXmczFrup0/s72-c/blog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7111040556719645701</id><published>2012-01-11T12:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:52:43.685-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5WIfqLzffY/Tw2hwEZrfUI/AAAAAAAABYo/n15YuHPWC78/s1600/VO_1_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5WIfqLzffY/Tw2hwEZrfUI/AAAAAAAABYo/n15YuHPWC78/s1600/VO_1_%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa que mais me deixa com medo são aqueles raros momentos em que não sinto medo de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-7111040556719645701?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7111040556719645701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisa-que-mais-me-deixa-com-medo-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7111040556719645701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7111040556719645701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisa-que-mais-me-deixa-com-medo-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5WIfqLzffY/Tw2hwEZrfUI/AAAAAAAABYo/n15YuHPWC78/s72-c/VO_1_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8863057370722807189</id><published>2012-01-09T12:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:35:22.486-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A chave de tudo que você busca pode estar no princípio e não no finalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Miau do Blog &lt;a href="http://www.extra_branco.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Extra Branco &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8863057370722807189?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8863057370722807189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/chave-de-tudo-que-voce-busca-pode-estar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8863057370722807189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8863057370722807189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/chave-de-tudo-que-voce-busca-pode-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4575596753696672868</id><published>2012-01-09T12:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:07:00.336-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tive um desentendimento sério com meu espelho. Uma total incompatibilidade de opiniões, e falta de respeito para com a minha pessoa, um ingrato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometi e vou cumprir, que não vou sequer olhar na cara dele por uma semana. E acredito que eu tenha motivação para ficar mais tempo ainda o ignorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não me venham trazer notícias dele. Quem comprou a briga dele que não me apareça mais por aqui. Prontofalei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4575596753696672868?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4575596753696672868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tive-um-desentendimento-serio-com-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4575596753696672868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4575596753696672868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tive-um-desentendimento-serio-com-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-106562330307877458</id><published>2012-01-08T23:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:21:51.398-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;"Estou com saudade de mim. Ando pouco recolhida, atendendo demais ao telefone, escrevo depressa, vivo depressa. Onde está eu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Clarice Lispector, é claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;* tem coisas que eu penso e não sei verbalizar ou escrever, ou até mesmo desenhar. Aí quando leio um pedacinho igual à este... parece que fui eu quem disse à ela.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;E Paulo Leminski...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;vazio agudo&lt;br /&gt;ando meio&lt;br /&gt;cheio de tudo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haja hoje&lt;br /&gt;para tanto ontem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-106562330307877458?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/106562330307877458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-com-saudade-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/106562330307877458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/106562330307877458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-com-saudade-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-9220983377837123083</id><published>2012-01-08T18:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:34:13.968-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Não tenho tempo pra odiar quem me odeia,&lt;br /&gt;estou ocupado demais amando quem me ama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-9220983377837123083?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/9220983377837123083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-tenho-tempo-pra-odiar-quem-me-odeia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/9220983377837123083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/9220983377837123083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-tenho-tempo-pra-odiar-quem-me-odeia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7531947827282715358</id><published>2012-01-06T12:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:06:00.590-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu vou'/><title type='text'>Planos para 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoXtc7FLAqs/TwcFtYQu0TI/AAAAAAAABYI/eQYfuzNUWxw/s1600/touro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoXtc7FLAqs/TwcFtYQu0TI/AAAAAAAABYI/eQYfuzNUWxw/s320/touro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dizem que eu não sou muito dada à mudanças.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É verdade. Mas este ano eu vou mudar algumas coisas relevantes na minha vida, na minha rotina. Talvez eu sobreviva pra contar rsrsrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Palavra que define você: Persistência.&lt;br /&gt;Seu verbo: Eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Você representa: A infância do zodíaco.&lt;br /&gt;Uma caracteristica: Viver no seu ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;O que menos suporta: Que o apressem.&lt;br /&gt;Sua mente: É calculadora e persistente.&lt;br /&gt;Sua família: Representa devoção e lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;Sua imaginação se caracteriza por: Ser ágil e oscilante. &lt;br /&gt;No amor: Procura a perfeição em todas as direções.&lt;br /&gt;Seu maior defeito: Ciumento.&lt;br /&gt;Sua maior virtude: Honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sonho secreto: Desfrutar de todos os prazeres que a vida lhe  oferece. Arma secreta para seduzir: Sua voz e sua forma de desfrutar a  vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sua sexualidade está cheia de: Sensualidade e complacência.&lt;br /&gt;O que você ostenta: Sua segurança.&lt;br /&gt;O que faz falta em você: Adaptar-se às mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;Sua filosofia: Pouco a pouco vamos longe.&lt;br /&gt;As viagens: Desde que sejam cheias de comodidade.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos significam: Sonhos e esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Medo oculto: A solidão e um futuro incerto.&lt;br /&gt;O que não deixa você avançar: A obstinação e a teimosia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah sim, já ia esquecendo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em janeiro mesmo, vou começar as aulas de auto escola.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-7531947827282715358?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7531947827282715358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/planos-para-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7531947827282715358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7531947827282715358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/planos-para-2012.html' title='Planos para 2012...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoXtc7FLAqs/TwcFtYQu0TI/AAAAAAAABYI/eQYfuzNUWxw/s72-c/touro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6115811215150767131</id><published>2012-01-06T12:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:08:37.840-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0T5SalcWs/TwcCbYfQO5I/AAAAAAAABYA/wpoM7VTo__o/s1600/tumblr_la06uo5HJT1qa7huqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0T5SalcWs/TwcCbYfQO5I/AAAAAAAABYA/wpoM7VTo__o/s320/tumblr_la06uo5HJT1qa7huqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="color: #ffd966; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Eu ainda acredito mais em sonhadores incuráveis do que em caçadores de mágoas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="color: #ffd966; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Fernanda Gaona)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6115811215150767131?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6115811215150767131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-ainda-acredito-mais-em-sonhadores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6115811215150767131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como diria Elvis...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" A little less conversation, a little more action please"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um pouco menos de conversa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;um pouco mais de ação, por favor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(http://letras.terra.com.br/elvis-presley/#mais-acessadas/63213)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2651272693585290588?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2651272693585290588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-diria-elvis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2651272693585290588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2651272693585290588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-diria-elvis.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5271303559814768648</id><published>2012-01-05T22:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:43:49.313-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><title type='text'>Oh Amy, Oh Bruno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zdRzAulUQFY" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruno, seu chato...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com todo este talento,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;esta voz linda e bom gosto pra música,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;precisava ser lindo assim deste jeito?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5271303559814768648?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5271303559814768648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-amy-oh-bruno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5271303559814768648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5271303559814768648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-amy-oh-bruno.html' title='Oh Amy, Oh Bruno...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zdRzAulUQFY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7599890470521112402</id><published>2012-01-05T17:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:11:29.374-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'>A amizade que faz mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não devia ter ficado tão íntima dela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bastou uma única noite na companhia dela... e pronto! Gamou em mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diz que me adora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora me solicita todas as madrugadas, é sempre depois do programa do Jô.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já tentei de tudo, até leite morno com mel, sem mel, quente, fervendo, gelado...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chá de camomila, erva doce, cidreira...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Querida amiga, insônia: Você foi muito útil naquela madrugada, me fez companhia, me ajudou a resolver um problema, mas temos que parar de nos ver, ok?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já estão comentando sobre meu mau humor pela manhã, e minha profunda olheira. Assim não há corretivo e base que dê jeito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tá bom, guria?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abração, tenha bons sonhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&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/7512735168380898619-7599890470521112402?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7599890470521112402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/amizade-que-faz-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7599890470521112402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7599890470521112402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/amizade-que-faz-mal.html' title='A amizade que faz mal'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8663613163012863397</id><published>2012-01-04T19:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:49:48.872-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tinha uma vontade terrível de lhe dizer como as mais comuns das  mulheres: não me deixe, guarde-me perto de você, escravize-me, seja  forte! Mas eram palavras que não podia e não sabia pronunciar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ouvindo Skyline Pigeon - Elton John&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Turn me loose from your hands&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly to distant lands"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8663613163012863397?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8663613163012863397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tinha-uma-vontade-terrivel-de-lhe-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8663613163012863397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8663613163012863397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tinha-uma-vontade-terrivel-de-lhe-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6732883476530024863</id><published>2012-01-04T19:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:15:11.921-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Eu sou uma mulher que é infiel a um milhão de homens.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Se você é abençoado, você é abençoado, não importa se você é casada ou solteira.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6732883476530024863?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6732883476530024863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-sou-uma-mulher-que-e-infiel-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6732883476530024863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6732883476530024863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-sou-uma-mulher-que-e-infiel-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1465440348056182653</id><published>2011-12-22T12:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:46:22.012-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Eu gosto de quem facilita as coisas. De quem aponta  caminhos ao invés de propor emboscadas. Eu sou feliz ao lado de pessoas  que vivem sem códigos, que estão disponíveis sem exigir que você decifre  nada. O que me faz feliz é leve e, mesmo que o tempo leve, continua  dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero andar de mãos dadas com quem sabe que entrelaçar os dedos é  mais do que um simples ato que mantém mãos unidas. É uma forma de trocar  energia, de dizer: você não se enganou, eu estou aqui. Porque por mais  que os obstáculos nos desafiem o que realmente permanece, costuma vir de  quem não tem medo de ficar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Fernanda Gaona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-1465440348056182653?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1465440348056182653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-gosto-de-quem-facilita-as-coisas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1465440348056182653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1465440348056182653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-gosto-de-quem-facilita-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1083410532994365406</id><published>2011-12-21T22:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:47:20.694-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Se todos conhecessem a intimidade sexual uns dos outros, ninguém cumprimentaria ninguém."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Nelson Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-1083410532994365406?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1083410532994365406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-todos-conhecessem-intimidade-sexual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1083410532994365406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1083410532994365406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-todos-conhecessem-intimidade-sexual.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7657000619612783665</id><published>2011-12-19T19:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:51:29.666-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florbela Espanca'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Li um dia, não sei onde,&lt;br /&gt;Que em todos os namorados&lt;br /&gt;Uns amam muito, e os outros&lt;br /&gt;Contentam-se em ser amados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fico a cismar pensativa&lt;br /&gt;Neste mistério encantado…&lt;br /&gt;Digo pra mim: de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama e quem é amado?…"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prahoje.com.br/florbela/?page_id=2" target="_self"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Trocando olhares&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-7657000619612783665?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7657000619612783665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/li-um-dia-nao-sei-onde-que-em-todos-os.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7657000619612783665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7657000619612783665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/li-um-dia-nao-sei-onde-que-em-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4451031912215997998</id><published>2011-12-19T10:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:52:58.382-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O título é: Viviane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viviane é minha amiga de infância, a conheci quando tínhamos 12 anos, faz tempo... Nossa senhora!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando nos conhecemos ficamos amigas pra vida toda, até porque éramos adolescentes quase, e tudo nesta idade tem tamanho gigantesco, tudo é mega, ultra, super... Conosco não foi diferente. Mas, não passou como tudo na adolescência. Nossa amizade permaneceu mesmo quando mudamos de escola ao final do 1º grau (como se chamava na época). Eu fui morar e estudar em São Leopoldo e ela em Novo Hamburgo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A gente se comunicava por cartas que postávamos no correio, todo o mês. Esperava estas cartas ansiosa, pra saber quando ela viria me visitar (é, só ela me visitava), porque ela era mais descolada do que eu, e seus pais permitiam que ela pegasse um ônibus e fosse visitar sua melhor amiga que morava na cidade vizinha, já meus pais eram super protetores e não me deixavam fazer nada fora do nosso portão. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois de um tempo perdemos o contato. Casei e me mudei. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca mais ouvi falar dela. Fiquei pensando que talvez ela também estivesse casada e mudado de endereço como eu fiz. Então nunca mais escrevi pra ela. Guardei as cartas, e lia sempre que sentia saudades.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dez anos depois de nos falarmos pela última vez, eu a encontrei. Fiz várias buscas na internet para encontrá-la (afinal, todo mundo tinha orkut), mudei o nome para “PROCURANDO VIVIANE ROJAHN”. Nas primeiras tentativas não encontrei. Aí entrei na comunidade da escola que estudamos juntas, lá encontrei outros antigos colegas, e fui perguntando sobre ela, até que a encontrei. Cheguei a chorar quando vi a foto dela. Mandei o convite, mas ela só viu no outro dia e logo me respondeu, em seguida nos falamos pelo telefone. Durante a conversa descobrimos que morávamos no mesmo bairro. É sério. Ela estava morando ali pertinho de mim. Poucas quadras da minha casa, podia ir à pé. Comprava no mesmo mercado, na mesma farmácia, pegava o mesmo ônibus, e nunca nos vimos, nunca nos esbarramos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto aconteceu no meio da semana, no sábado ela foi me visitar (de novo, sempre ela) porque eu estava de cama devido à uma pneumonia. Preocupada comigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando melhorei ela me convidou para ir à sua casa e conhecer sua família, pois eu nunca tinha ido na casa dela e nem conhecia sua família.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles me esperavam com uma festa. Seus pais, irmã, marido, cunhado... Todos queriam me conhecer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enfim, retomamos nosso relacionamento rsrsrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ia na casa dela, ela na minha... íamos ao shopping juntas, passava tardes no msn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com o tempo as visitas foram diminuindo. Ela estava enfrentando uma separação traumática, e eu não a visitava por não gostar do clima que estava na casa dela. Seu ex-marido se tornou uma pessoa amarga e a ofendia na minha frente. Para que eu não piorasse a situação (que só ela deveria resolver) fiquei de fora um tempo. Mas ainda nos falando sempre por telefone e internet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo ficou bem, ela se separou... E agora se mudou para outra cidade, que eu mal conheço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela está muito chateada comigo, por não ter lhe visitado mais vezes, inclusive quando se separou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu tive dificuldades, minha família me solicita muito. Reconheço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, eu a amo muito, e isto não vai mudar. Imagine, se antes quando não tinha orkut, facebook, e-mail... a gente deu um jeito, agora vai ser moleza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivi, espere passar estas festas, minha amiga. E eu vou te procurar de novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7512735168380898619-4451031912215997998?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4451031912215997998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-titulo-e-viviane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4451031912215997998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4451031912215997998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-titulo-e-viviane.html' title='O título é: Viviane!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4465365913175813099</id><published>2011-12-16T17:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:56:26.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É esse o vírus que eu sugiro que você contraia…     &lt;br /&gt;Na procura pela cura da loucura,       &lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver cabeça dura vai morrer na praia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Djavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-4465365913175813099?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4465365913175813099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-esse-o-virus-que-eu-sugiro-que-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4465365913175813099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4465365913175813099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-esse-o-virus-que-eu-sugiro-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7987877929793022311</id><published>2011-12-13T16:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:17.386-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'>ahh, como esta vida é injusta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Brooke Shields, a atriz do filme "Lagoa Azul", lembra?&lt;br /&gt;Ela usa o mesmo tamanho de jeans há 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IAylT0fd2U/TueUinqne1I/AAAAAAAABXA/q7Ir7Q2IMwE/s1600/brooke-shields-calvin-klein1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IAylT0fd2U/TueUinqne1I/AAAAAAAABXA/q7Ir7Q2IMwE/s320/brooke-shields-calvin-klein1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não bastava ser linda? Tinha que ser magra a vida toda???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zX0q8JhCl0c/TueUtr9f19I/AAAAAAAABXI/t-Ksio2x2uE/s1600/1296318421-Brooke_Shields__2008__cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zX0q8JhCl0c/TueUtr9f19I/AAAAAAAABXI/t-Ksio2x2uE/s320/1296318421-Brooke_Shields__2008__cropped.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-7987877929793022311?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7987877929793022311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahh-como-esta-vida-e-injusta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7987877929793022311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7987877929793022311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahh-como-esta-vida-e-injusta.html' title='ahh, como esta vida é injusta'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IAylT0fd2U/TueUinqne1I/AAAAAAAABXA/q7Ir7Q2IMwE/s72-c/brooke-shields-calvin-klein1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7742348017333611381</id><published>2011-12-08T12:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:57:30.407-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>Oh, honey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcknuNfB0w4/TuDP-IuqWhI/AAAAAAAABW4/BWV9olB_1Vs/s1600/tumblr_lst6ihtvzh1qhkx29o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcknuNfB0w4/TuDP-IuqWhI/AAAAAAAABW4/BWV9olB_1Vs/s320/tumblr_lst6ihtvzh1qhkx29o1_500.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://fuckyeahjohnlennon.tumblr.com/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;08/12/1980 &lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-7742348017333611381?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7742348017333611381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-honey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7742348017333611381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7742348017333611381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-honey.html' title='Oh, honey...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcknuNfB0w4/TuDP-IuqWhI/AAAAAAAABW4/BWV9olB_1Vs/s72-c/tumblr_lst6ihtvzh1qhkx29o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-9152565793641331925</id><published>2011-12-05T22:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:55:11.729-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Saudade é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que existem"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-9152565793641331925?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/9152565793641331925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade-e-um-dos-sentimentos-mais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/9152565793641331925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/9152565793641331925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade-e-um-dos-sentimentos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8344613418826628742</id><published>2011-12-02T09:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:57:24.906-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Mulheres perdidas são as mais procuradas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w_I8SYPvCIQ/Tti7UwS1_XI/AAAAAAAABWw/MqMCVU1wH9E/s1600/encantos02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w_I8SYPvCIQ/Tti7UwS1_XI/AAAAAAAABWw/MqMCVU1wH9E/s320/encantos02.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8344613418826628742?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8344613418826628742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/mulheres-perdidas-sao-as-mais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8344613418826628742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8344613418826628742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/12/mulheres-perdidas-sao-as-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w_I8SYPvCIQ/Tti7UwS1_XI/AAAAAAAABWw/MqMCVU1wH9E/s72-c/encantos02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7960293293850701382</id><published>2011-11-29T12:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:58:33.301-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dê o seu melhor ou dê o fora, mas dê.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A vida gosta mesmo é de quem se posiciona!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Fernanda Gaona)&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-7960293293850701382?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7960293293850701382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-o-seu-melhor-ou-de-o-fora-mas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7960293293850701382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7960293293850701382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-o-seu-melhor-ou-de-o-fora-mas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6677156305893190408</id><published>2011-11-28T22:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:59:19.212-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humm'/><title type='text'>Galak ou napolitano?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca resisto a tentações, porque eu descobri que coisas que são ruins para mim não me tentam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah Nestlé... eu deveria cobrar de vocês a mensalidade da academia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6677156305893190408?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6677156305893190408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/galak-ou-napolitano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6677156305893190408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6677156305893190408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/galak-ou-napolitano.html' title='Galak ou napolitano?'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1443946311540469556</id><published>2011-11-25T12:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:01:24.535-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'>Eu sou bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmSe6bYrSyQ/Ts-oeRtMwdI/AAAAAAAABVo/O2aApQxS5UE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmSe6bYrSyQ/Ts-oeRtMwdI/AAAAAAAABVo/O2aApQxS5UE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sou pessoa de dentro pra fora. Minha beleza está na  minha essência e no meu caráter. Acredito em sonhos, não em utopia. Mas  quando sonho, sonho alto. Estou aqui é pra viver, cair, aprender,  levantar e seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Sou isso hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, já me reinventei.&lt;br /&gt;Reinvento-me sempre que a vida pede um pouco mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sou complexa, sou mistura, sou mulher com cara de menina... E  vice-versa. Me perco, me procuro e me acho. E quando necessário,  enlouqueço e deixo rolar...&lt;br /&gt;Não me dôo pela metade, não sou tua meio amiga nem teu quase amor. Ou  sou tudo ou sou nada. Não suporto meio termos. Sou boba, mas não sou  burra. Ingênua, mas não santa. Sou pessoa de riso fácil...e choro  também!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Este texto é de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt; Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Que estranho, parece que ela me conhece *-* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-1443946311540469556?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1443946311540469556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eou-sou-bipolar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1443946311540469556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1443946311540469556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eou-sou-bipolar.html' title='Eu sou bipolar'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmSe6bYrSyQ/Ts-oeRtMwdI/AAAAAAAABVo/O2aApQxS5UE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5212851684507096012</id><published>2011-11-23T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:50:52.095-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não falei que tô apaixonado por ela, simplesmente disse que gosto muito do chão que ela pisa…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Linus van Pelt)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Turma do Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSZcntbKpzo/Ts2U4HzgqII/AAAAAAAABVg/KB6XkryKvUo/s1600/linus-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSZcntbKpzo/Ts2U4HzgqII/AAAAAAAABVg/KB6XkryKvUo/s320/linus-00.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7512735168380898619-5212851684507096012?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5212851684507096012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-falei-que-to-apaixonado-por-ela.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5212851684507096012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5212851684507096012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-falei-que-to-apaixonado-por-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSZcntbKpzo/Ts2U4HzgqII/AAAAAAAABVg/KB6XkryKvUo/s72-c/linus-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8764446341203921510</id><published>2011-11-23T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:20:03.445-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pra ti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ser fiel é jamais confundir verdadeiros sentimentos com aventuras".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8764446341203921510?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8764446341203921510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/ser-fiel-e-jamais-confundir-verdadeiros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8764446341203921510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8764446341203921510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/ser-fiel-e-jamais-confundir-verdadeiros.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7236257447858132548</id><published>2011-11-21T23:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:01:57.281-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confúcio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há três métodos para ganhar sabedoria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;primeiro, por reflexão, que é o  mais nobre;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;segundo, por imitação, que é o mais fácil;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e terceiro, por  experiência, que é o mais amargo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confúcio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="author"&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/7512735168380898619-7236257447858132548?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7236257447858132548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-tres-metodos-para-ganhar-sabedoria.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7236257447858132548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7236257447858132548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-tres-metodos-para-ganhar-sabedoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5644710595042459606</id><published>2011-11-21T22:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:55:37.375-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confúcio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os homens perdem a saúde para juntar  dinheiro e depois perdem o  dinheiro para recuperá-la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por  pensarem ansiosamente no futuro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;esquecem o presente, de tal forma que acabam por nem viver no presente  nem no futuro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E concluiu:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivem como se nunca fossem morrer e morrem  como se não  tivessem vivido...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confúcio           &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="author"&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/7512735168380898619-5644710595042459606?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5644710595042459606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-homens-perdem-saude-para-juntar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5644710595042459606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5644710595042459606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-homens-perdem-saude-para-juntar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2420691560533063434</id><published>2011-11-21T22:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:53:17.236-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affonso Sant&apos; Anna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desde que conheci você &lt;br /&gt;sinto como se estivesse andando&lt;br /&gt;com pequenas asas nos meus&lt;br /&gt;sapatos&lt;br /&gt;como se meu estômago estivesse&lt;br /&gt;cheio de borboletas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Affonso Romano de Sant'anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2420691560533063434?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2420691560533063434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/desde-que-conheci-voce-sinto-como-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2420691560533063434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2420691560533063434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/desde-que-conheci-voce-sinto-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8665646963316946638</id><published>2011-11-16T12:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:09:16.913-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu escritor favorito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><title type='text'>Cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xsx1EdXq1Q/TsPHRtdgYsI/AAAAAAAABVA/E_OMn1gGIIU/s1600/cartao_antigo_da_carta_de_amor_cartao_postal-p239159249391090730z85wg_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xsx1EdXq1Q/TsPHRtdgYsI/AAAAAAAABVA/E_OMn1gGIIU/s320/cartao_antigo_da_carta_de_amor_cartao_postal-p239159249391090730z85wg_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;deveriam ser fechadas&lt;br /&gt;com a língua.&lt;br /&gt;Beijadas antes de enviadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sopradas, respiradas.&lt;br /&gt;O esforço do pulmão&lt;br /&gt;capturado pelo envelope,&lt;br /&gt;a letra tremendo&lt;br /&gt;como uma pálpebra.&lt;br /&gt;Não a cola isenta, neutra,&lt;br /&gt;mas a espuma, a gentileza,&lt;br /&gt;a gripe, o contágio.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a saliva&lt;br /&gt;acalma um machucado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;deveriam ser abertas&lt;br /&gt;com os dentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Carpinejar&lt;/blockquote&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/7512735168380898619-8665646963316946638?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8665646963316946638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/cartas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8665646963316946638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8665646963316946638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de amor'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xsx1EdXq1Q/TsPHRtdgYsI/AAAAAAAABVA/E_OMn1gGIIU/s72-c/cartao_antigo_da_carta_de_amor_cartao_postal-p239159249391090730z85wg_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4894365472633451414</id><published>2011-11-12T00:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:08:11.867-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;"O barulho é relativo ao silêncio que o precede, quanto mais absoluta a quietude, mais devastadoras as palmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7512735168380898619-4894365472633451414?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4894365472633451414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-barulho-e-relativo-ao-silencio-que-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4894365472633451414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4894365472633451414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-barulho-e-relativo-ao-silencio-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7312930241404758734</id><published>2011-11-11T23:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:56:03.373-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma pequena verdade fez todo o resto parecer mentira".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-7312930241404758734?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7312930241404758734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-pequena-verdade-fez-todo-o-resto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7312930241404758734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7312930241404758734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-pequena-verdade-fez-todo-o-resto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8137408269103660712</id><published>2011-11-09T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:44:18.038-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8sMZmxQiXI/TrseO_lrGjI/AAAAAAAABUs/om9ke2z2VTs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8sMZmxQiXI/TrseO_lrGjI/AAAAAAAABUs/om9ke2z2VTs/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu poderia ficar acordado só para ouvir você respirar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8137408269103660712?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8137408269103660712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-poderia-ficar-acordado-so-para-ouvir.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8137408269103660712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8137408269103660712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-poderia-ficar-acordado-so-para-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8sMZmxQiXI/TrseO_lrGjI/AAAAAAAABUs/om9ke2z2VTs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8447970344760860931</id><published>2011-11-09T22:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:28:56.904-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'>Hoje não é dia de vinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bota aí um uísque, com uma cerveja para acompanhar. E não poupa no choro, boneca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnhnJoO7CHY/TrsarPaU_HI/AAAAAAAABUk/DDQpBOEseEs/s1600/mulher_chorando1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnhnJoO7CHY/TrsarPaU_HI/AAAAAAAABUk/DDQpBOEseEs/s1600/mulher_chorando1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7512735168380898619-8447970344760860931?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8447970344760860931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-nao-e-dia-de-vinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8447970344760860931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8447970344760860931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-nao-e-dia-de-vinho.html' title='Hoje não é dia de vinho'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnhnJoO7CHY/TrsarPaU_HI/AAAAAAAABUk/DDQpBOEseEs/s72-c/mulher_chorando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2832129344291814063</id><published>2011-11-08T22:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:46:01.900-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidade'/><title type='text'>É uma pergunta, pode responder se quiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos você tem?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2832129344291814063?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2832129344291814063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-uma-pergunta-pode-responder-se-quiser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2832129344291814063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2832129344291814063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-uma-pergunta-pode-responder-se-quiser.html' title='É uma pergunta, pode responder se quiser'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5015577045120858302</id><published>2011-11-08T22:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:37:06.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estou sentindo'/><title type='text'>Uma prece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me ajude a exigir muito de mim e pouco dos outros;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e assim, evitar muitos aborrecimentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amém.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5015577045120858302?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5015577045120858302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-prece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5015577045120858302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5015577045120858302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-prece.html' title='Uma prece'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5554368172575813798</id><published>2011-11-08T15:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:31:14.199-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estou sentindo'/><title type='text'>Pensa comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou feita de carne,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque tenho que viver como se fosse feita de ferro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-5554368172575813798?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5554368172575813798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensa-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5554368172575813798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5554368172575813798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensa-comigo.html' title='Pensa comigo'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3911082345161962946</id><published>2011-11-08T09:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:37:22.206-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQVf3fDZ1Hg/TrkUTVGq25I/AAAAAAAABUU/brDy7TdBC3Q/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQVf3fDZ1Hg/TrkUTVGq25I/AAAAAAAABUU/brDy7TdBC3Q/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Valorize uma bela personalidade, pois a beleza exterior é como água exposta ao sol: Evapora!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Diego Maia Mascarenhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-3911082345161962946?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3911082345161962946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/valorize-uma-bela-personalidade-pois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3911082345161962946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3911082345161962946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/valorize-uma-bela-personalidade-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQVf3fDZ1Hg/TrkUTVGq25I/AAAAAAAABUU/brDy7TdBC3Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4719449221076587452</id><published>2011-11-05T00:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:52:24.549-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Um  pouco de raiva não me fará mal. Há frutos que apodrecem por excesso de doçura."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carpinejar (é claro) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4719449221076587452?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4719449221076587452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-pouco-de-raiva-nao-me-fara-mal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4719449221076587452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4719449221076587452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-pouco-de-raiva-nao-me-fara-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8300694576681051464</id><published>2011-11-05T00:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:14:57.665-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHw0_f2d5Zc/TrSbmsHep-I/AAAAAAAABT0/r4cWqwXh7g0/s1600/tumblr_lu54u99qHp1qmggloo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHw0_f2d5Zc/TrSbmsHep-I/AAAAAAAABT0/r4cWqwXh7g0/s320/tumblr_lu54u99qHp1qmggloo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu já quis que o destino me surpreendesse,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoje eu só espero que ele não me decepcione.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio F. De Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8300694576681051464?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8300694576681051464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-ja-quis-que-o-destino-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8300694576681051464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8300694576681051464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-ja-quis-que-o-destino-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHw0_f2d5Zc/TrSbmsHep-I/AAAAAAAABT0/r4cWqwXh7g0/s72-c/tumblr_lu54u99qHp1qmggloo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8939794926094406453</id><published>2011-11-04T23:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:10:36.841-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Sabe aquele lance de oito ou oitenta? Ou dá ou desce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSuqcri2Ocs/TrSMmiMsTHI/AAAAAAAABTk/7iB6feqY3yQ/s1600/tumblr_lswj6099gd1qcxukbo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSuqcri2Ocs/TrSMmiMsTHI/AAAAAAAABTk/7iB6feqY3yQ/s320/tumblr_lswj6099gd1qcxukbo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://deposito-de-tirinhas.tumblr.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pois que viver &lt;br /&gt;não é entrar no mar onde dá pé, &lt;br /&gt;mas mergulhar com fé no maremoto."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/flora_figueiredo/"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7512735168380898619-8939794926094406453?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8939794926094406453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabe-aquele-lance-de-oito-ou-oitenta-ou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8939794926094406453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8939794926094406453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabe-aquele-lance-de-oito-ou-oitenta-ou.html' title='Sabe aquele lance de oito ou oitenta? Ou dá ou desce?'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSuqcri2Ocs/TrSMmiMsTHI/AAAAAAAABTk/7iB6feqY3yQ/s72-c/tumblr_lswj6099gd1qcxukbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-319304190012836578</id><published>2011-11-04T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:02:01.201-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ijNyNLZl0/TrSKmy4JqdI/AAAAAAAABTQ/q3QZYT4aOt4/s1600/tumblr_l7qiadQsbF1qcetjio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ijNyNLZl0/TrSKmy4JqdI/AAAAAAAABTQ/q3QZYT4aOt4/s320/tumblr_l7qiadQsbF1qcetjio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou pra todos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto muito do meu mundinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele é cheio de surpresas, palavras soltas e misturadas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio F. de Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-319304190012836578?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/319304190012836578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-sou-pra-todos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/319304190012836578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/319304190012836578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-sou-pra-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ijNyNLZl0/TrSKmy4JqdI/AAAAAAAABTQ/q3QZYT4aOt4/s72-c/tumblr_l7qiadQsbF1qcetjio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2371976171637617129</id><published>2011-11-04T22:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:57:50.650-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Estava rezando para ter mais paciência e compreensão,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas desisti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiquei com medo de ser atendida."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2371976171637617129?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2371976171637617129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/estava-rezando-para-ter-mais-paciencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2371976171637617129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2371976171637617129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/estava-rezando-para-ter-mais-paciencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4818378080989029214</id><published>2011-11-04T10:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:18:38.140-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Se quer saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se quer saber, ainda te espero &lt;br /&gt;Se quer saber, essa canção é pra você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quer saber, ainda te espero baby&lt;br /&gt;Se quer saber, essa canção é pra você...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voltar pra mim"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uVUJnv4cgnk/TrPX-9CYI0I/AAAAAAAABTI/FHYgIb0SMpM/s1600/1651359c25d1f602de2341a312b05e39480e22a3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uVUJnv4cgnk/TrPX-9CYI0I/AAAAAAAABTI/FHYgIb0SMpM/s320/1651359c25d1f602de2341a312b05e39480e22a3.jpeg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alexandre Pires&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4818378080989029214?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4818378080989029214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-quer-saber.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4818378080989029214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4818378080989029214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-quer-saber.html' title='Se quer saber'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uVUJnv4cgnk/TrPX-9CYI0I/AAAAAAAABTI/FHYgIb0SMpM/s72-c/1651359c25d1f602de2341a312b05e39480e22a3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7889129892382961131</id><published>2011-11-03T17:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:23:39.298-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tem doido pra tudo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O meu problema é que não consigo experimentar as coisas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca paro na primeira, seja lá o que for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do doce sempre quero dois pedaços, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As coisas sempre olho duas vezes, que é para ter certeza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O beijo é sempre dois ou mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leite condensado... um a mais, para o caso de preparar outro doce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creme de cabelo, dois tipos, se acaso enjoar do cheiro de um – tenho o outro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será isto um vício?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero estar sempre precavida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu gostei da preta, e também daquele lilás. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não será possível escolher uma, duas é sempre melhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nesta briga pertinente eu acabo o mês sempre sem dinheiro, e é claro, sempre insatisfeita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7512735168380898619-7889129892382961131?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7889129892382961131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7889129892382961131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7889129892382961131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1549660337555825027</id><published>2011-11-03T15:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:33:10.159-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'>Auto - estima? Saiu, não sei quando volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqMOTzCegAk/TrLNs7Wvb7I/AAAAAAAABTA/7itS49KNM74/s1600/270016_235214049837217_158211967537426_832694_8065538_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqMOTzCegAk/TrLNs7Wvb7I/AAAAAAAABTA/7itS49KNM74/s320/270016_235214049837217_158211967537426_832694_8065538_n.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por fim, a última peça caía, deixando-a nua&lt;br /&gt;"Eu  gostaria de viver com você, mas não foi por isso que vim. A intenção é  unicamente deixá-lo saber que é amado e deixá-lo pensar a respeito, que  amor não é coisa que se retribua de imediato, apenas para ser gentil. Se  um dia eu for amada do mesmo modo por você, me avise que eu volto, e a  gente recomeça de onde parou, paramos aqui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saiu do apartamento sentindo-se mais mulher do que nunca.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxfr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="ecxfr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parte da crônica Streep Tease &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="ecxfr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-1549660337555825027?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1549660337555825027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/auto-estima-saiu-nao-sei-quando-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1549660337555825027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1549660337555825027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/11/auto-estima-saiu-nao-sei-quando-volta.html' title='Auto - estima? Saiu, não sei quando volta!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqMOTzCegAk/TrLNs7Wvb7I/AAAAAAAABTA/7itS49KNM74/s72-c/270016_235214049837217_158211967537426_832694_8065538_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8154929240081814028</id><published>2011-10-31T23:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:11:59.227-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudades! Sim... Talvez... e porque não?...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se o nosso sonho foi tão  alto e forte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Que bem pensara vê-lo até à morte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deslumbrar-me de luz o  coração!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esquecer! Para quê?...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah! como é vão! Que tudo isso, Amor, nos  não importe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se ele deixou beleza que conforte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deve-nos ser sagrado  como o pão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para mais doidamente me  lembrar, Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quem dera que fosse sempre  assim: Quanto menos quisesse recordar. Mais a saudade andasse presa a  mim!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut" style="color: black;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8154929240081814028?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8154929240081814028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8154929240081814028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8154929240081814028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8469074081648416670</id><published>2011-10-31T13:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:18:09.705-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criatividade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidade'/><title type='text'>Dicas valiosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como lavar a louça sem o uso do avental, e ainda assim não se molhar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA-VrK0TzXs/Tq67oytmSnI/AAAAAAAABSs/AELqvnPzQO8/s1600/lou%25C3%25A7alimpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA-VrK0TzXs/Tq67oytmSnI/AAAAAAAABSs/AELqvnPzQO8/s320/lou%25C3%25A7alimpa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Simples!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É só colocar o paninho ali na borda da pia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhh com esta vocês não contavam, não é?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8469074081648416670?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8469074081648416670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dicas-valiosas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8469074081648416670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8469074081648416670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dicas-valiosas.html' title='Dicas valiosas'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA-VrK0TzXs/Tq67oytmSnI/AAAAAAAABSs/AELqvnPzQO8/s72-c/lou%25C3%25A7alimpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-2517501641356010446</id><published>2011-10-29T10:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:18:38.492-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cansei de virar as páginas. Está na hora de mudar de livro."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://empoeiradolp.tumblr.com/"&gt;Quem sabe isso quer dizer amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-2517501641356010446?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2517501641356010446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansei-de-virar-as-paginas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2517501641356010446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/2517501641356010446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansei-de-virar-as-paginas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7703525066256138414</id><published>2011-10-28T23:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:46:57.850-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade verdadeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinião própria'/><title type='text'>Acerca de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje em dia eu ainda &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ]&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; fico olhando pro nada, pensando em tudo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] às vezes digo tchau, querendo ficar mais um pouco;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] dou muita importância aos detalhes. À todos os detalhes;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] sinto saudades;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] o tempo todo, sinto saudades, de pessoas, de músicas que ouvi, e cheiros que senti;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] rezo à noite; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Besteiras que não valeram a pena &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] rasguei&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;fotos e cartas, para esquecer alguém;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] chorei até perder as forças;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; [ x ] fiquei loira para agradar alguém;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Besteiras que valeram a pena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] fiz algo idiota para chamar a atenção de alguém;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] dei um fora em alguém;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] contei o segredo de um amigo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coisas boas desta semana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] cheiro de chuva, terra molhada;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] uma data especial e importante pra minha família;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando eu era criança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] queria ter uma casa na árvore;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] quebrei meu dente no meu próprio joelho;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] achava que ser adulto era uma coisa legal;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na adolescência&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] me apaixonei por um professor;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] me apaixonei por um amigo, ou mais;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] tive um amor não correspondido;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] tive alguns correspondidos;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] tive um amor proibído;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] tinha vergonha do meu corpo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; [ x ] dei em cima de alguém, descaradamente;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] beijei quem não amava.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frase que gostaria de ter criado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] tem gente que é tão pobre, que só tem dinheiro;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando estive no meio do poço (quase no fundo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] me senti muito triste; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] já pensei em me matar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penso sobre mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] sou morena!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] sou honesta;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] sonhadora;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ x ] com os pés no chão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="thequote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.”         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                             — Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-7703525066256138414?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7703525066256138414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/acerca-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7703525066256138414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7703525066256138414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/acerca-de-mim.html' title='Acerca de mim'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-5366175872130574097</id><published>2011-10-28T22:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:34:19.259-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mentiras sinceras, muito me interessam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; O amor sonha com a pureza&lt;br /&gt;sexo precisa do pecado&lt;br /&gt;o amor é sonho dos solteiros&lt;br /&gt;sexo é sonho dos casados."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpHT1B1DOA/TqtJ_ZLBgUI/AAAAAAAABSk/yPhZMgcS-0E/s1600/tumblr_lkdyczh0DA1qizkdfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpHT1B1DOA/TqtJ_ZLBgUI/AAAAAAAABSk/yPhZMgcS-0E/s320/tumblr_lkdyczh0DA1qizkdfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7512735168380898619-5366175872130574097?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5366175872130574097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mentiras-sinceras-muito-me-interessam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5366175872130574097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/5366175872130574097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mentiras-sinceras-muito-me-interessam.html' title='Mentiras sinceras, muito me interessam'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpHT1B1DOA/TqtJ_ZLBgUI/AAAAAAAABSk/yPhZMgcS-0E/s72-c/tumblr_lkdyczh0DA1qizkdfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6409294059620577962</id><published>2011-10-27T00:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:13:05.347-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mais uma definição de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amar é abanar o rabo, lamber e dar a pata..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Literalmente!&amp;nbsp; A gente se sente meio bobo, mas continua fazendo e achando tudo muito normal. E é.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada Cazuza &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7512735168380898619-6409294059620577962?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6409294059620577962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-uma-definicao-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6409294059620577962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6409294059620577962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-uma-definicao-de-amor.html' title='Mais uma definição de amor'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1989929943634682925</id><published>2011-10-26T13:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:05:02.473-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Bodas de Marfim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É quando se completa 14 anos de casamento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“O conselho divino diz que é melhor serem dois do que um e quando os  dois são, na verdade, um em propósitos, objetivos e intimidade, as lutas  podem se tornar em vitórias ou se houver derrotas, o ânimo é recobrado  pela força dos dois.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, sim. Casei-me com 16 anos :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te amo, Vida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-1989929943634682925?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1989929943634682925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/bodas-de-marfim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1989929943634682925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1989929943634682925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/bodas-de-marfim.html' title='Bodas de Marfim'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-8567170391328066890</id><published>2011-10-26T12:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:49:06.583-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidade'/><title type='text'>Eu vou comprar um chicote pra me defender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em 1996 &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dado_Villa-Lobos"&gt;Dado Villa Lobos&lt;/a&gt;, após a morte de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renato_Russo"&gt;Renato Russo&lt;/a&gt; concedeu uma entrevista para falar sobre seu companheiro de banda, falar sobre música, drogas, sobre o futuro da banda... enfim, diversos assuntos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me lembro bem, porque fiquei arrasada com a morte de Renato Russo e acompanhei a entrevsita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A parte principal, a que me lembro até hoje, especialmente quando ouço a música "A barata - do grupo Só pra contrariar", é a parte onde ele falou sobre a qualidade da música brasileira, e a falta de qualidade que estava adentrando às rádios e se proliferando por todos os cantos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não quero deixar de herança para meus filhos e netos coisas do tipo "ele vai dar uma chicotada na barata dela"... Palavras dele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele queria deixar para seus filhos música de qualidade, com conteúdo e letra que transmitissem mensagem positiva, ou nem tanto assim, mas que fossem acima de tudo reais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, continua fazendo isso. Ele e uma minoria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto foi em 1996, o que ele deve estar pensando sobre a música brasileira nos dias de hoje?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-8567170391328066890?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8567170391328066890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-comprar-um-chicote-pra-me-defender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8567170391328066890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/8567170391328066890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-comprar-um-chicote-pra-me-defender.html' title='Eu vou comprar um chicote pra me defender'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-982855991996908214</id><published>2011-10-19T08:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:48:10.427-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspeitei desde o princípio'/><title type='text'>Toda a criança é artista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K8WLjLpUJs/Tp6qWtm5xQI/AAAAAAAABSc/HcO1BP_MBlw/s1600/cherpeace1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K8WLjLpUJs/Tp6qWtm5xQI/AAAAAAAABSc/HcO1BP_MBlw/s320/cherpeace1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Alguém ainda tem dúvida?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-982855991996908214?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/982855991996908214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/toda-crianca-e-artista.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/982855991996908214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/982855991996908214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/toda-crianca-e-artista.html' title='Toda a criança é artista!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K8WLjLpUJs/Tp6qWtm5xQI/AAAAAAAABSc/HcO1BP_MBlw/s72-c/cherpeace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3138933593806020613</id><published>2011-10-14T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:50:55.675-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pra matar a saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade verdadeira'/><title type='text'>Sou mais os anos 80</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Rock não morreu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAVqb7qKYZE/TpghOka5wTI/AAAAAAAABSM/_LNXGPDSORI/s1600/140706_festival.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAVqb7qKYZE/TpghOka5wTI/AAAAAAAABSM/_LNXGPDSORI/s320/140706_festival.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi ao salão de beleza!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRvON5p9pnI/TpghQpIA-jI/AAAAAAAABSU/TpkkYP7Jezo/s1600/aannslashfoto-restart-e-hori-oiewoiewoiew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRvON5p9pnI/TpghQpIA-jI/AAAAAAAABSU/TpkkYP7Jezo/s320/aannslashfoto-restart-e-hori-oiewoiewoiew.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ao que me parece, ainda não saiu de lá!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://marcelonova.zip.net/"&gt;Marcelo Nova&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-3138933593806020613?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3138933593806020613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/sou-mais-os-anos-80.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3138933593806020613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3138933593806020613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/sou-mais-os-anos-80.html' title='Sou mais os anos 80'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAVqb7qKYZE/TpghOka5wTI/AAAAAAAABSM/_LNXGPDSORI/s72-c/140706_festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4648292867970169983</id><published>2011-10-13T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:11:47.811-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Foi dia 09 de outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZbOMmoqe0g/Tpeb5FMfmdI/AAAAAAAABSE/_nS31yUT-Wc/s1600/tumblr_ld4jrkSLHi1qe92vno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZbOMmoqe0g/Tpeb5FMfmdI/AAAAAAAABSE/_nS31yUT-Wc/s320/tumblr_ld4jrkSLHi1qe92vno1_500.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No dia nove de outubro John Lennon estaria completando 71 anos de vida. Embora o sonho tenha acabado em oito de dezembro de 1980, John deixou seu legado tatuado em milhares de Beatlemaniacos espalhados por todo o mundo, inclusive eu, que estava na barriga da minha mãe quando ele morreu. Nem cheguei a vê-lo em um show ao vivo pela tv.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Amo, admiro, me emociono com a história dele. Este homem que era egocêntrico e irônico. Quando encontrou seu amor de verdade pôde mostrar a pessoa maravilhosa que era.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sonhador, idealista, gênio...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não queria nada menos do que a Paz. Compôs lindas canções conhecidas mundialmente, por falar de amor, paz e humanidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;All You Need Is Love&lt;/b&gt;" é o nome de uma das canções mais famosas da história da música. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em 1967, a equipe do canal londrino BBC convidou os Beatles a participarem do primeiro evento transmitido mundialmente via-satélite, ao vivo simultaneamente para 26 países: o programa Our World. Esse trabalho envolveu redes de TV das Américas, Europa, Escandinávia, África, Austrália e Japão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi então solicitado que o grupo escrevesse uma música cuja mensagem pudesse ser entendida por todos os povos do planeta. John Lennon e Paul McCartney  começaram a trabalhar separadamente em diferentes letras, até que  Lennon acabou escrevendo esse clássico que se encaixou perfeitamente ao  objetivo proposto, pois a mensagem de amor contida na canção poderia ser facilmente interpretada ao redor do mundo. (Wikipédia)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem mencionar a canção Imagine, que dispensa qualquer comentário. A qual me faz acreditar ainda que tem jeito, que as pessoas podem mudar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É só querer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4648292867970169983?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4648292867970169983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/foi-dia-09-de-outubro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4648292867970169983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4648292867970169983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/foi-dia-09-de-outubro.html' title='Foi dia 09 de outubro'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZbOMmoqe0g/Tpeb5FMfmdI/AAAAAAAABSE/_nS31yUT-Wc/s72-c/tumblr_ld4jrkSLHi1qe92vno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-7037445220102488422</id><published>2011-10-11T10:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:30:59.624-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Hoje eu me peguei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensando em você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ma4_XpSQcog/TpRE5BOLNaI/AAAAAAAABR8/QKaepGobnHM/s1600/tumblr_l8bqv1TCtw1qc78uuo1_500_large-e1283895709877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ma4_XpSQcog/TpRE5BOLNaI/AAAAAAAABR8/QKaepGobnHM/s320/tumblr_l8bqv1TCtw1qc78uuo1_500_large-e1283895709877.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-7037445220102488422?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7037445220102488422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje-eu-me-peguei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7037445220102488422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/7037445220102488422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje-eu-me-peguei.html' title='Hoje eu me peguei...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ma4_XpSQcog/TpRE5BOLNaI/AAAAAAAABR8/QKaepGobnHM/s72-c/tumblr_l8bqv1TCtw1qc78uuo1_500_large-e1283895709877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4260689474758520145</id><published>2011-10-11T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:29:33.875-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Se lembra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que tudo era pra sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peVDNYRLiBE/TpRELH21AGI/AAAAAAAABR0/fhrZ_bHIIIc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peVDNYRLiBE/TpRELH21AGI/AAAAAAAABR0/fhrZ_bHIIIc/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mas o pra sempre,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sempre acaba!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4260689474758520145?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4260689474758520145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-lembra.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4260689474758520145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4260689474758520145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-lembra.html' title='Se lembra...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peVDNYRLiBE/TpRELH21AGI/AAAAAAAABR0/fhrZ_bHIIIc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-4166881613611230766</id><published>2011-10-10T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:54:07.825-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machista'/><title type='text'>Coisas para homens / coisas para mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rvb1KDrOB4/TpNaS52hvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/aaE2ydPkolA/s1600/women_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rvb1KDrOB4/TpNaS52hvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/aaE2ydPkolA/s320/women_08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Azul é de menino, rosa é de menina!&lt;br /&gt;Meninos sentam de pernas abertas, meninas cruzam as pernas.&lt;br /&gt;Serviço braçal é para homens, serviço de casa é para mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é machismo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que sim. Mas eu também ainda acho que tem coisas que não mudam (e nem deveriam mudar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem se tivéssemos que ir ao barbeiro para depilar as pernas?&lt;br /&gt;Como se os pelos das pernas fossem o pior... rsrsrsrs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-4166881613611230766?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4166881613611230766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/coisas-para-homens-coisas-para-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4166881613611230766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/4166881613611230766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/coisas-para-homens-coisas-para-mulheres.html' title='Coisas para homens / coisas para mulheres'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rvb1KDrOB4/TpNaS52hvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/aaE2ydPkolA/s72-c/women_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-1120762173519704875</id><published>2011-10-07T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:12:31.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criatividade'/><title type='text'>Anne Guedes e os bebês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oMMU3IPcQ74" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro o trabalho dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-1120762173519704875?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1120762173519704875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/anne-guedes-e-os-bebes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1120762173519704875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/1120762173519704875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/anne-guedes-e-os-bebes.html' title='Anne Guedes e os bebês'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oMMU3IPcQ74/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6801938963591648738</id><published>2011-10-05T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:09:42.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><title type='text'>Sobre amar as coisas e usar as pessoas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Paradoxo do Nosso Tempo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós bebemos demais, fumamos demais, gastamos sem critérios, dirigimos  rápido demais, ficamos acordados até muito mais tarde, acordamos muito  cansados, lemos muito pouco, assistimos TV demais e rezamos raramente. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiplicamos nossos bens, mas reduzimos nossos valores&lt;/u&gt;. Nós falamos  demais, amamos raramente, odiamos freqüentemente. Aprendemos a  sobreviver, mas não a viver; &lt;u&gt;adicionamos anos à nossa vida e não vida  aos nossos anos. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos e voltamos à Lua, mas temos dificuldade em cruzar a rua e  encontrar um novo vizinho. Conquistamos o espaço, mas não o nosso  próprio.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos muitas coisas maiores, mas pouquíssimas melhores.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpamos o ar, mas poluímos a alma; dominamos o átomo, mas não nosso  preconceito; escrevemos mais, mas aprendemos menos; planejamos mais, mas  realizamos menos. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos a nos apressar e não, a esperar.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construímos mais computadores para armazenar mais informação, produzir mais cópias do que nunca, mas nos comunicamos menos.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na era do 'fast-food' e da digestão lenta; do homem grande de caráter pequeno; lucros acentuados e relações vazias. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a era de dois empregos, vários divórcios, casas chiques e lares despedaçados.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a era das viagens rápidas, fraldas e moral descartáveis, das rapidinhas, dos cérebros ocos e das pílulas "mágicas". &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de muita coisa na vitrine e muito pouco na dispensa.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma era que leva essa carta a você, e uma era que te permite dividir essa reflexão ou simplesmente clicar 'delete'.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de passar tempo com as pessoas que ama, pois elas não estarão  por aqui para sempre. Por isso, valorize o que você tem e as pessoas que  estão ao seu lado.&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/george_carlin/"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6801938963591648738?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6801938963591648738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-amar-as-coisas-e-usar-as-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6801938963591648738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6801938963591648738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-amar-as-coisas-e-usar-as-pessoas.html' title='Sobre amar as coisas e usar as pessoas II'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3267286970392258625</id><published>2011-10-05T12:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:51:48.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regra'/><title type='text'>PROIBÍDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pessoas perfeitas e normais neste Blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ow gente chata!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-3267286970392258625?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3267286970392258625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/proibido.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3267286970392258625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3267286970392258625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/proibido.html' title='PROIBÍDO!'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-6964721582478222315</id><published>2011-10-03T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T17:22:51.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, o verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Adoro o verão!&lt;br /&gt;Novidade, &lt;a href="http://palavrasdeluna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luna&lt;/a&gt;??? rsrsrs não né.&lt;br /&gt;Está chegando a época de usar vestidos soltos, sandálias lindas, chinelos, dourar os pelos, usar filtro solar (não mente! quase ninguém usa filtro no inverno), sentar na sombra depois de um dia de trabalho e tomar um belo chimarrão. E tantas outras coisas boas que só no verão podemos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana eu saí pra comprar uma sandália nova, as minhas já estão velhas, e me surpreendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as sandálias? Não, não. Estas por sua vez estão lindas. Foi difícil escolher uma. Exceto quando fui comparar os preços. Aí foi fácil escolher qual eu "poderia comprar". Não levei nenhuma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tive um ataque de &lt;span class="st"&gt;Narcisa Tamborindeguy (aquela socialite que gosta de jogar ovos nas pessoas, ela é a dona deste bordão: ai que absurdo!!!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Estou exagerando?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Olha bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee4UF00VtXI/TooWPqSVF8I/AAAAAAAABRo/rqTFBv2Mma0/s1600/foto_18705_0013_1_C.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasteira de couro &lt;a href="http://www.sapatosnorah.com.br/"&gt;Norah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;R$ 129,90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pdqbZfkFv4/TooWRiCrUvI/AAAAAAAABRs/weRxgj25JzE/s1600/foto_18708_1489_1_C.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pdqbZfkFv4/TooWRiCrUvI/AAAAAAAABRs/weRxgj25JzE/s1600/foto_18708_1489_1_C.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasteira de couro &lt;a href="http://www.sapatosnorah.com.br/"&gt;Norah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R$ 139,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: AIII QUE ABSURDO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque este preço?&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mão de vaca, mas vamos combinar que isto está caro. Se fosse por causa do couro, não é desculpa porque quase não tem couro ali, talvez uns 20cm. Jóia também não tem no laço, não tem amortecedor na sola... e então? que que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, esqueci de dizer que eu moro da capital do calçado: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novo_Hamburgo"&gt;Novo Hamburg&lt;/a&gt;o.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-6964721582478222315?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6964721582478222315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/ahhh-o-verao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6964721582478222315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/6964721582478222315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/10/ahhh-o-verao.html' title='Ahhh, o verão...'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee4UF00VtXI/TooWPqSVF8I/AAAAAAAABRo/rqTFBv2Mma0/s72-c/foto_18705_0013_1_C.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-757070592928428665</id><published>2011-09-30T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:33:04.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fr9dqER3EYA/ToXE1qecPKI/AAAAAAAABRk/J_le6DiEpIo/s1600/tumblr_lrxiy5hFJy1qd05xbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fr9dqER3EYA/ToXE1qecPKI/AAAAAAAABRk/J_le6DiEpIo/s320/tumblr_lrxiy5hFJy1qd05xbo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que aconteceu com a vida que conhecíamos?&lt;br /&gt;podemos realmente viver um sem o outro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512735168380898619-757070592928428665?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/757070592928428665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-aconteceu-com-vida-que.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/757070592928428665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/757070592928428665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-aconteceu-com-vida-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fr9dqER3EYA/ToXE1qecPKI/AAAAAAAABRk/J_le6DiEpIo/s72-c/tumblr_lrxiy5hFJy1qd05xbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512735168380898619.post-3326559750166912648</id><published>2011-09-27T15:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:14:38.985-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignada'/><title type='text'>Bons modos, alguém o viu por aí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bons modos não é só "não colocar os cotovelos na  mesa";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É muito mais do que isso. Vai de um simples bom  dia à ceder o lugar à uma mulher, à um idoso, ajudar alguém a atravessar a  rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter bons modos significa que você se importa com  os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isto se tornou raro!&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/7512735168380898619-3326559750166912648?l=ananitacristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3326559750166912648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/09/bons-modos-alguem-o-viu-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3326559750166912648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512735168380898619/posts/default/3326559750166912648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananitacristina.blogspot.com/2011/09/bons-modos-alguem-o-viu-por-ai.html' title='Bons modos, alguém o viu por aí?'/><author><name>Ana Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871124552671508498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oktztj6TvE/Ty_quKJnpWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/B406w_vOjk8/s220/DSC03703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
