<?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-8531027842684543860</id><updated>2011-12-27T02:17:57.384-02:00</updated><title type='text'>sonynhamorena- PALAVRAS AO VENTO</title><subtitle type='html'>AQUI EU FALO O QUE PENSO E O QUE SINTO!
POSSO MUDAR DE OPINIÃO E DAÍ?
SER DURA OU FLEXÍVEL DEPENDE DO SEU PONTO DE VISTA...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4918363214616162250</id><published>2011-12-27T02:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:17:57.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que venha 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que venha 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weLlHQSk-jw/THNBuiSUd2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qemt0Kqn4kU/s1600/actress%252Cbollywood%252Cindian-0bfdd800e9de717e7068f059f0d69da7_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weLlHQSk-jw/THNBuiSUd2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qemt0Kqn4kU/s1600/actress%252Cbollywood%252Cindian-0bfdd800e9de717e7068f059f0d69da7_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha devagar pra não assustar, mas venha decidido a ser melhor que seu antecessor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;venha pretensioso, ganancioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha disposto &amp;nbsp;a ser o melhor, o mais feliz ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha decidido a nunca mais ser esquecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que seus acontecimentos mudem minha história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Traga de volta meu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A minha vontade viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha 2012, quero renascer com &amp;nbsp;você!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-4918363214616162250?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4918363214616162250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4918363214616162250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4918363214616162250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4918363214616162250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-venha-2012.html' title='Que venha 2012...'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weLlHQSk-jw/THNBuiSUd2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qemt0Kqn4kU/s72-c/actress%252Cbollywood%252Cindian-0bfdd800e9de717e7068f059f0d69da7_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3542897189842131775</id><published>2011-09-20T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:31:14.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZXeO_iUPK4/Tnk-WIWo5sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HWMbrRXRPJo/s1600/inferioridade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZXeO_iUPK4/Tnk-WIWo5sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HWMbrRXRPJo/s320/inferioridade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654619357060851394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Se eu pudesse descrever o que esta acontecendo dentro de mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tantos sentimentos, tantas buscas, tantos desencontros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eu sei que não da pra ficar me lamentando e me perguntando por eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tenho que aceitar o que coube a mim nessa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Todos temos uma carga, todos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Percebi hoje, quando deixei de olhar por um segundo na minha dor e observar alguém do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Pessoa boa,justa que também sofre, que também carrega seu fardo de dor e sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Se tudo isso for um teste não sei se vou passar, pois as vezes desatino, surto.... as vezes não aguento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sou muitas vezes tempestade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;mas sei da minha índole de calmaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mas  o que sinto é que Deus esta por perto. Sinto isso mais a cada momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Só espero o dia em que me olhará nos olhos e dirá: filha agora chega, vai ser feliz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3542897189842131775?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3542897189842131775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3542897189842131775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3542897189842131775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3542897189842131775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-eu-pudesse-descrever-o-que-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZXeO_iUPK4/Tnk-WIWo5sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HWMbrRXRPJo/s72-c/inferioridade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7470753361932030854</id><published>2011-07-19T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:44:39.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u99beu_-vuU/TiZBDikMQaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZNz6ycehC-U/s1600/sonynha%2B028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u99beu_-vuU/TiZBDikMQaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZNz6ycehC-U/s320/sonynha%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631259913147400610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você só compreende de verdade o significado da palavra saudade, quando perde realmente um grande amor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando abrem o seu peito e retiram parte do seu coração sem anestesia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando tiram a cor dos  seus olhos e então vc passa a ver tudo escuro, cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Foi assim que eu fiquei mãezinha depois que vc se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje faz um ano e eu ainda não estanquei a dor, o sangue que jorra de dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu sei que vc esta em um lugar melhor, sei também que esta livre das dores, que suas pernas se movimentam com leveza, que recebeu asas mãezinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas ficou tudo tão vazio! Perdoe meu egoísmo mãe.. Mas eu queria tanto vc de volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou tão sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinto falta do seu amor!!!&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/8531027842684543860-7470753361932030854?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7470753361932030854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7470753361932030854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7470753361932030854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7470753361932030854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u99beu_-vuU/TiZBDikMQaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZNz6ycehC-U/s72-c/sonynha%2B028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2688278590491458452</id><published>2011-05-08T00:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:29:34.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro dia das mães sem a minha mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgwpeC0PcvE/TcYcD2nvUmI/AAAAAAAAALw/eFW3wrGD8Zw/s1600/florr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgwpeC0PcvE/TcYcD2nvUmI/AAAAAAAAALw/eFW3wrGD8Zw/s320/florr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604197638836540002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                No ano passado minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; ja estava adoentada no dia das mães, mas ela estava aqui. Com seu sorriso aberto e seu coração escancarado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tudo o que queria era a família unida. Os filhos e netos á sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Não se importava com presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas os olhinhos dela brilhavam com a  casa cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Se a gente pudesse prever o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;No ano passado, não imginava que hoje estaria sem a minha mãe, sem minha irmã e sem meu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deus levou minha mãe e minha irmã e uma garotinha de 15 anos levou meu filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Minha mãe ! que mulher guerreira, especial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mesmo sofrendo, mesmo discordando não deixava de nos ajudar, nunca saiu do nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me ajudou a cuidar dos meus filhos, passou á eles tudo de bom que passou pra mim e meus irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mulher cheia de caráter,  incorruptível, justa, fiel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Como vou esquecer seu rosto quando soube que estava grávida , jovem e solteira! E depois quando pegou meu filho no colo pela primeira vez!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu sei que ela sempre se perguntava onde havia errado comigo. Mas eu sempre soube que ela nunca errou... eu que fiz minhas escolhas, muitas delas erradas... mas nunca esqueci do que ela me ensinou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoje vendo meu filho fazendo sua escolhas e vendo que são tão erradas quanto as que fiz, posso imginar o sofrimento de minha mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Posso imaginar as vezes que chorou ajoelhada pedindo á deus pra me proteger, pra ajuda a abrir os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Noites e noites acordadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ah mãe, que falta vc me faz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;que falta me faz seus conselhos, seus olhares, suas orações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;que falta que faz a sua mão no meus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;mãe zinha eu queria que o tempo voltasse...&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/8531027842684543860-2688278590491458452?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2688278590491458452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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muda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida me calou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aquele grito ficou parado na garganta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUEVn0AzHu4/TbDxxg3bC1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AVNrPbIf_RM/s72-c/sonynha%2B029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-8878377519278578392</id><published>2011-03-13T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:37:47.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uZM_Ic6Ins/TX0O29GtwII/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ooh7BGMzrA/s1600/sonynha%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583635450287734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uZM_Ic6Ins/TX0O29GtwII/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ooh7BGMzrA/s320/sonynha%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hoje não me sinto eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me olho no espelho e não me reconheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Os olhos tristes não se parecem com o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A pele levemente enrugada, as olheiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nada a ver com meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Olho para dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;e nâo enxergo a garota sonhadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;a mulher lutadora que sempre fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;não era pra estar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;já que alguns velhos sonhos estãos se realizando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mas hoje esses sonhos já não são tão imensamente importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;è o mesmo que ganhar um corrida E na hora do Pódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Não ter ninguem pra comemorar, jogar champanhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;E essa champanhe tem descido amarga na minha garganta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gostaria de poder tirar uma semana, ou um mês, ou quem sabe um ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ficar sozinha, num lugar deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sem vozes, sem olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Só eu e minha sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Talvez numa caverna escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Quem sabe no ventre de minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ficar lá, aquecida, protegida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;E depois poder nascer de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;E ter a chance de fazer tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;De sentir tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;De escolher caminhos diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;E nunca, jamais ter que perder as pessoas que eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&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/8531027842684543860-8878377519278578392?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/8878377519278578392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=8878377519278578392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8878377519278578392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8878377519278578392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2011/03/hoje-nao-me-sinto-eu-me-olho-no-espelho.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uZM_Ic6Ins/TX0O29GtwII/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ooh7BGMzrA/s72-c/sonynha%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2881647220351099543</id><published>2011-03-13T14:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:51:12.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso - Você não me ensinou a te esquecer (musica romantica)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wXbMg5vq96U?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E agora  que faço eu da vida sem você??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Passei tanto tempo adormecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anestesiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vivendo por viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lutando por lutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agora a anestesia passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Começou a dor novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O buraco enorme do meu peito voltou a sangrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esta mais difícil agora pra encarar a sua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não consegui meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não consegui te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E agora???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-2881647220351099543?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2881647220351099543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=2881647220351099543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2881647220351099543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2881647220351099543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2011/03/caetano-veloso-voce-nao-me-ensinou-te.html' title='Caetano Veloso - Você não me ensinou a te esquecer (musica romantica)'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wXbMg5vq96U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3813228860106419115</id><published>2011-03-12T01:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:40:38.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoEvjiqxUX8/TXr42vKl1HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aRWzVXpUnRA/s1600/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583048307336664178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoEvjiqxUX8/TXr42vKl1HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aRWzVXpUnRA/s320/rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando dei por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nem tentei fugir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tudo o que eu fiz foi me confessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Escravo do seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Livre para amar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftlt-bydV9Q/TXr3r_wi5iI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4YkrabSeCRI/s1600/OgAAAEIWunrmD5uzbb5N29T4V1Cmbu_qpLKZdb6rk8tTJfsMlaYGtU_RPGTm-D_jVgx2h296U9yoBxaJNoFelq6cYzEAm1T1UFlwqNHIMLMz_ugEDrnno70LAlQ9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583047023300634146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftlt-bydV9Q/TXr3r_wi5iI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4YkrabSeCRI/s320/OgAAAEIWunrmD5uzbb5N29T4V1Cmbu_qpLKZdb6rk8tTJfsMlaYGtU_RPGTm-D_jVgx2h296U9yoBxaJNoFelq6cYzEAm1T1UFlwqNHIMLMz_ugEDrnno70LAlQ9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Por mais que eu tento, não consigo evita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Você ainda esta bem vivo dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;quando percebo, já estou pensando em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lembrando de nós, dos nossos momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E te vejo , como se s tivesse aqui de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e é incrível, mais depois de tanto tempo ainda me lembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;de cada detalhe do seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nossa! ja se passaram 5 anos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O que eu fiz nesse tempo ? O que eu fui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Olho para traz, e só me lembro de estar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O tempo parou no dia em que vc foi embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vivi nestes anos, estivesse sangrando, com o peito aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;è como se a vida também tivesse me deixado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;assim como vc me deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tudo o que fiz, as coisas que realizei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Foram automáticas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não estava ali, só o meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As pessoas esperavam que eu enxugasse o rosto e retomasse a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E o foi o que fingi fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas á noite, no meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;eu sempre chorei a falta desse pedaço grande de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ninguém entende, como ainda posso pensar em vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Po isso não posso compartilhar essa minha loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não consigo mais dizer que te amo nem me olhando no espelho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Reneguei este meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas ele continua aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isto tudo me deixa tão insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que ouso pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E pensar bem baixinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que um dia, quem sabe, talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Você possa voltar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-6166360857784468955?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6166360857784468955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6166360857784468955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fugir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sabia que era amor e vinha pra ficar !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXHp1CSQOfg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3313006952456902145?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3313006952456902145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3313006952456902145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fácil....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu preciso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu Deus me ajude!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1725557473664903607?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1725557473664903607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1725557473664903607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-8199303274604365034</id><published>2010-09-27T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:42:37.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu Deus  o que esta  acontecendo??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há apenas 2 meses o senhor levou minha mãezinha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E deixou todos aqui mergulhado numa mar de dor e de tristeza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora o senhor veio de novo, parece ignorar o meu coração partido, sangrando...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levou minha irmã querida!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora ? Por favor me responde o que vou fazer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vou suportar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levou os dois anjos que habitava entre nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coração puro, inocente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As duas que nunca se contaminaram com as coisas desse mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;deram exemplo de vida, de superação.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como vou estancar esse sangue que jorra de dentro de mim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por favor me responde!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8531027842684543860-8199303274604365034?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/8199303274604365034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=8199303274604365034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8199303274604365034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8199303274604365034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/09/meu-deus-o-que-esta-acontecendo-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4083647788115717121</id><published>2010-09-08T21:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:35:30.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TIgriFZipvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CHTlzmYSw3Y/s1600/coracao_apertado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TIgriFZipvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CHTlzmYSw3Y/s320/coracao_apertado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514705608280024818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Um dia eu perdi um amor, um grande amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Perdi a pessoa que achava ser a que  mais amei na vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Nesse dia meu coração se partiu em pedaços tão pequenos, mas tão pequenos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;que quase virou pó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Foi um tempo de muitas lágrimas, de solidão, de cárcere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Enjaulada em tamanha angústia, me perguntava: como poderia existir tanto sofrimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;O que mais um ser humano poderia suportar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Me recusei a ser feliz novamente, por achar ilícito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;inconveniente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Como voltar a ser feliz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Foi tanto tempo de pergunta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;E então veio a reposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Perdi a pessoa que mais me amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Que me aceitou assim, imperfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Que me perdoou, mesmo sem eu pedir perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Me acolheu,me pôs no colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Chorou com a minha dor e rezou pela minha paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Não saiu nem por um segundo do meu lado, mesmo sem eu perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Foi tanto amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Tanta dedicação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;E agora se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;E eu percebi, que pode sim existir uma dor maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Bem maior do que perder alguém que se ama muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; é a dor de  perder a única pessoa que te amou de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Porque o remorso de ter perdido tempo, de não ter demonstrado o amor que ela merecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;De não ter dado todos os beijos, feito todos os carinhos... é um monstro que vai te consumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;aos poucos, todos os dias até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Saudade, saudade eterna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Que não se acaba, que só aumenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Mãe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8531027842684543860-4083647788115717121?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4083647788115717121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4083647788115717121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4083647788115717121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4083647788115717121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-dia-eu-perdi-um-amor-um-grande-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TIgriFZipvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CHTlzmYSw3Y/s72-c/coracao_apertado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1084280541804602495</id><published>2010-08-24T21:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:46:09.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THRnzG19YaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iyLNq_WfOYw/s1600/bemmequer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THRnzG19YaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iyLNq_WfOYw/s320/bemmequer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509142371888882082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Adoro margaridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;São simples e despretenciosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Vivem como se não soubessem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;que são tão belas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8531027842684543860-1084280541804602495?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1084280541804602495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1084280541804602495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1084280541804602495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1084280541804602495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/08/adoro-margaridas.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THRnzG19YaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iyLNq_WfOYw/s72-c/bemmequer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-6358463274378382680</id><published>2010-08-24T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:35:48.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eu gosto mesmo é dos começos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O tempo estraga o resto e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;as vezes o resto começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;muito cedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(Trecho do livro Eu amo tanto- Rocco- Marília Gabriela&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/8531027842684543860-6358463274378382680?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6358463274378382680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6358463274378382680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6358463274378382680'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THNAq4bFd8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/--w41Wu0PtI/s1600/OgAAAEIWunrmD5uzbb5N29T4V1Cmbu_qpLKZdb6rk8tTJfsMlaYGtU_RPGTm-D_jVgx2h296U9yoBxaJNoFelq6cYzEAm1T1UFlwqNHIMLMz_ugEDrnno70LAlQ9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THNAq4bFd8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/--w41Wu0PtI/s320/OgAAAEIWunrmD5uzbb5N29T4V1Cmbu_qpLKZdb6rk8tTJfsMlaYGtU_RPGTm-D_jVgx2h296U9yoBxaJNoFelq6cYzEAm1T1UFlwqNHIMLMz_ugEDrnno70LAlQ9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508817874648922050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;existe um deus e um demônio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;que são tão amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mais são tão terrivelmente amigos que ficam juntos tomando porre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;e dizendo besteiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;[Bruna Lombardi- No ritmo dessa festa- Rocco- 1979]&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/8531027842684543860-4632381729599560888?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4632381729599560888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4632381729599560888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4632381729599560888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4632381729599560888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/08/dentro-de-mim-existe-um-deus-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/THNAq4bFd8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/--w41Wu0PtI/s72-c/OgAAAEIWunrmD5uzbb5N29T4V1Cmbu_qpLKZdb6rk8tTJfsMlaYGtU_RPGTm-D_jVgx2h296U9yoBxaJNoFelq6cYzEAm1T1UFlwqNHIMLMz_ugEDrnno70LAlQ9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1642874458610947395</id><published>2010-08-17T21:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:44:41.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TGss8l7WSPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w2SK5yrdGEQ/s1600/cora%C3%A7%C3%A7ao.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TGss8l7WSPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w2SK5yrdGEQ/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A7ao.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506544388875372786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estou com um nó na garganta, um grito que me entala,                                                                                                                      que não sai e não deixa essa dor sair de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; dentro de mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mãe... eu só queria o seu colo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;só mais uma vez ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1642874458610947395?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1642874458610947395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1642874458610947395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1642874458610947395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1642874458610947395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/08/estou-com-um-no-na-garganta-um-grito.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TGss8l7WSPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w2SK5yrdGEQ/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A7ao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-9100296741200318524</id><published>2010-08-07T23:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:00:46.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade eterna!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TF4qYo2yspI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EuifLPeEwS0/s1600/fotos+diversas+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TF4qYo2yspI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EuifLPeEwS0/s320/fotos+diversas+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502882397465784978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TF4m3IZ-1OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/J0OXfAdYqc8/s1600/sozinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãezinha, era assim que eu queria te ver todo dia!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa carinha de felicidade, esse olhar cheio de pureza, tanto amor pra dar!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mãezinha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!! Que saudade!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como pode um ser humano perder a sua mãe e continuar vivendo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È como se arrancassem um pedaço da gente  e nos deixassem vivos , sangrando, doendo, padecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Durante esses dias venho procurando um palavra pra definir "isso" que estou sentindo, e não encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;è uma dor que brota e se espalha, toma conta de tudo.O dia perde  a cor, tudo perde o significado, as coisas passam simplesmente a acontecerem, sem impacto, sem sobressaltos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mãe.. tantas palavras que eu não disse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tantos beijos e abraços que eu não te dei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se eu imaginasse que isso poderia acontecer mãe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do que vai valer agora as conquistas se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; não vai estar por perto pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O seu sorriso fica na minha memória, a sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;carinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; de mulher digna, feliz esta por toda parte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei porque Deus quis te levar, eu teria cuidado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; pelo resto da minha vida....Eu não me importava de estar sozinha , porque eu tinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!! Agora  as crianças vão crescer, vão embora... E eu achava que ia envelhecer do seu lado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A solidão, o abandono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; suportável porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; estava comigo, me dando apoio, me compreendendo, me dando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;broncas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; e conselhos. E  agora? Como vai ser? estou com medo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu quero a minha mãe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8531027842684543860-9100296741200318524?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/9100296741200318524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=9100296741200318524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/9100296741200318524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/9100296741200318524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudade-eterna.html' title='Saudade eterna!!!!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/TF4qYo2yspI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EuifLPeEwS0/s72-c/fotos+diversas+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5300393341380647024</id><published>2010-04-11T12:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:22:11.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8HpHARyF3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/elQWok1PEbA/s1600/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8HpHARyF3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/elQWok1PEbA/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458900529892693874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;È bom ter beijos recentes pra se lembrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exercitar o olfato com um cheiro presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exercitar o tato com um corpo real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pra quem tem sempre vivido do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Estou me sentindo de volta a vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5300393341380647024?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5300393341380647024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5300393341380647024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5300393341380647024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5300393341380647024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-bom-ter-beijos-recentes-pra-se.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8HpHARyF3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/elQWok1PEbA/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7814591428009714911</id><published>2010-04-11T00:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:43:13.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8FFSuS3bsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z0GCwljOeys/s1600/calor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8FFSuS3bsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z0GCwljOeys/s320/calor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458720411316874946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Como é bom se sentir desejada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Obrigada por ontém a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Fazer amor, sem necessariamente exige "amor"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tava precisando disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8531027842684543860-7814591428009714911?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7814591428009714911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7814591428009714911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7814591428009714911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7814591428009714911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-e-bom-se-sentir-desejada-obrigada.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S8FFSuS3bsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z0GCwljOeys/s72-c/calor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5020396562306728596</id><published>2010-04-03T23:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:40:26.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>È hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje é meu aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais um ano que agradeço á Deus por te dado.                                                 Tenho muito que agradecer, conquistei muitas coisas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a gente nunca está satisfeita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu coração está só, muito só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E apesar de tantos motivos pra me alegrar, só consigo pensar no único motivo que me faz sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pela  primeira vez em cinco  anos ele não me ligou no dia do meu niver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas e daí, ele esta longe á cinco anos, não liga durante o ano, durante meses, durante as semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas no meu niver ele ligava, ou mandava e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele me tirou da vida dele pra sempre e eu deveria fazer o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rs devia sim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou fazer um dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8531027842684543860-5020396562306728596?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5020396562306728596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5020396562306728596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5020396562306728596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5020396562306728596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-hoje.html' title='È hoje...'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5213108327158115137</id><published>2010-03-24T23:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:37:03.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S6rMRiZYDoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/44g133j9-HA/s1600/menina_na_janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452394900548488834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S6rMRiZYDoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/44g133j9-HA/s320/menina_na_janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Derepente cai na real, e percebi que sou uma mulher sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tenho muitos amigos, vivo das lembranças dos meus amigos de infancia, que ja foram, viver suas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu fiquei aqui, no mesmo lugar, me tornei mãe, me formei, tenho uma profissão.Mas estou só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cuido de todos, como mãe, como filha, como professora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas quem cuida de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho me dado conta que os anos estão passando e eu não encontro aquela pessoa que sempre achei que estivesse á um passo de encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivo do passado, da minha imagem do passado, da felicidade que julgo ter tido um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas porque acabou então??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O que está reservado pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho desejado muito alguem pra compartilhar um pouco de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma mão de homem em volta de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não quero mais ficar sozinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/8531027842684543860-5213108327158115137?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5213108327158115137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5213108327158115137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5213108327158115137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5213108327158115137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/03/derepente-cai-na-real-e-percebi-que-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S6rMRiZYDoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/44g133j9-HA/s72-c/menina_na_janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3427097097601503454</id><published>2010-02-19T19:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:53:19.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S4CD8LWhBnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/obTBa0mP1JY/s1600-h/mocinha+balao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440493419726177906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S4CD8LWhBnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/obTBa0mP1JY/s320/mocinha+balao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2010 começou muito especial pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois de ficar "pastando" o ano passado inteiro, tendo que me sujeitar aos caprichos de pessoas horríveis e desumanas, agora estou no comando da minha vida outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sou um educadora, Pedagoga formada com muita honra e vontade e é com as crianças que sempre almejei trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois da correria e do estresse da formatura em Novembro, prova do concurso público em Dezembro e sofrida pera por uma classificação em Janeiro, estou aqui. Feliz, porque desde o dia 17/02 quarta-feira eu sou uma professora concursada e dona de uma vaga numa escola maravilhosa com uma turma de 4º série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei que os desafios serão grandes, sempre soube. Ma s também nunca fugi de nenhum, aliás sempre estive á caça deles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que venham os desafios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou pronta, preparada e muito , muito feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3427097097601503454?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3427097097601503454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3427097097601503454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3427097097601503454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3427097097601503454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-recomeco.html' title='Meu recomeço'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S4CD8LWhBnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/obTBa0mP1JY/s72-c/mocinha+balao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-6797392490200142818</id><published>2010-02-10T09:57:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:16:25.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enganos e desenganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S3KifCxZl5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9bwr35IP0J0/s1600-h/menina16a17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436586354393323410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S3KifCxZl5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9bwr35IP0J0/s320/menina16a17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A gente pode se enganar, pode errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Errar é humano!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E nada mais humano do que ser passional, do que ser impulsivo, ansioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;È como se lá onde se fabrica os homens, houvessem várias "máquinas" que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dosam&lt;/span&gt; em cada um , um pouco de cada sentimento, de cada emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com certeza na minha vez, deu uma "pane" na hora de dosar a ansiedade e aí deu nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ansiosa até a flor da pele!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E isso desencadeia um turbilhão de emoções , tem um efeito dominó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje estou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ansiosa&lt;/span&gt; por um "alô", um só já basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um " como tem passado"! E isso me deixa aflita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um mulher como eu deveria já estar vacinada ou pelo menos preparada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas não!! Aqui estou eu aflita por esperar que um desconhecido me dê algum valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que enxergue em mim a mulher incrível que me tornei. Que perceba através dos meus olhos a minha essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que dê valor a minha história e as minha conquistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que se importe com a minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;capacidade&lt;/span&gt; de amar , de me doar, que em fim dê &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;valor&lt;/span&gt; aos meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Não deveria&lt;/span&gt; dar tanto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;valor&lt;/span&gt; á &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se importou em me conhecer e que eu também não vou conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas.... embora  as vezes me esqueça, sou humana, de carne, osso e emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/8531027842684543860-6797392490200142818?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6797392490200142818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6797392490200142818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6797392490200142818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6797392490200142818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/02/enganos-e-desenganos.html' title='Enganos e desenganos'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S3KifCxZl5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9bwr35IP0J0/s72-c/menina16a17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3917150421242397435</id><published>2010-02-05T23:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:26:50.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem me dera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S23ejB2x8bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M3WU9rjZKek/s1600-h/PSSARO~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435245018681045426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S23ejB2x8bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M3WU9rjZKek/s320/PSSARO~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S2zJNMqM-5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bbYyhg5a_Do/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As vezes me permito sonhar em ter outra vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ter privacidade, cuidar só de mim e de ninguem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser egoísta ao extremo e cuidar só de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não dar satisfação pra ninguem. Fazer o que gosto, e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu gosto da noite, conversar com as estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me permitir flertar com a lua, mesmo ela sendo menina como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosto de ver o sol, apenas quando ele esta chegando, saindo da noite, do seu esconderijo e assim eu correr pro meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seria bom, pedir colo ao invés de dar somente. Ter alguem pra me mimar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As vezes me permito sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E sonho, sonho até então acordar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3917150421242397435?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3917150421242397435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3917150421242397435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3917150421242397435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3917150421242397435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/02/quem-me-dera.html' title='Quem me dera!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/S23ejB2x8bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M3WU9rjZKek/s72-c/PSSARO~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2955060718371703320</id><published>2010-01-31T23:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:00:15.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMENS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Homens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Como podem ser tão previsíveis?? Insensíveis??? COMO????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque não podem se envolverem pelo menos um "pouquinho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque não ligam no dia seguinte, só pra saberem como estamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Estou farta deles!! mas como viver sem eles??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Esquecem um rosto tão logo descobrem outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;São capazes de esquecer o melhor sexo que tiveram, só para irem atrás de novas experiências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Se declaram numa noite e nos esquecem tão logo o dia amanhece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Infeliz daquela que ousar querer mudar um homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Seres projetados para buscar o prazer a qualquer custo.                                                                                                  Debaixo daquele peito sarado,gostoso, bate um coração frio, que com certeza tem o mesmo ritmo pra todas as mulheres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Homens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-2955060718371703320?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2955060718371703320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=2955060718371703320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2955060718371703320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2955060718371703320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/01/homens.html' title='HOMENS...'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4458958681370981967</id><published>2010-01-30T01:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:11:50.147-02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE VENHA 2010!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2010 JA ESTA COM TUDO, MOSTRANDO SUA FACE , DIZENDO PARA O QUE QUE VEIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESTOU PRONTA, DE BRAÇOS ABERTOS PARA ESTE QUE PROMETE SER O MEU ANO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O MEU RECOMEÇO, O INÍCIO DE UMA NOVA FASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUEM VIVER VERÁ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-4458958681370981967?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4458958681370981967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4458958681370981967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4458958681370981967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4458958681370981967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-venha-2010.html' title='QUE VENHA 2010!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4546712992119695978</id><published>2009-07-01T16:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:42:55.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALDITA LEI DE MURPHY....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Vive me perseguindo, me sondando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E quando menos espero aparece, me deixando sem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reação&lt;/span&gt; no primeiro momento, e logo depois furiosa, descontrolada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E aí o resto todos já sabem, passo os meus dias tentando provar que nunca serei derrotada, que nunca desistirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quem inventou essa lei? Quem disse que era pra inventar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Eu quero paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quero viver despreocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quero viver, simplesmente viver !!!!&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/8531027842684543860-4546712992119695978?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4546712992119695978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4546712992119695978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4546712992119695978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4546712992119695978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/07/maldita-lei-de-murphy.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-8986765193251874762</id><published>2009-06-10T10:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:45:41.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadar contra a correnteza!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como isso é difícil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lutar, com vozes aclamando que vc não vai conseguir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que nunca me rendi a isso, mais como cansa viver de sobreaviso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é tão difícil para as pessoas se sentirem bem em ver o outro se realizando, em ver o outro sendo feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu gostaria de um dia chegar numa reta final em primeiro lugar e ser aclamada, abraçada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver as pessoas felizes porque eu consegui chegar em primeiro, ou porque eu me saí bem na prova.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir as pessoas dizendo que eu me esforcei demais, que eu lutei demais por isso mereci essa vitória.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe um dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-8986765193251874762?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/8986765193251874762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=8986765193251874762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8986765193251874762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8986765193251874762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/06/nadar-contra-correnteza-como-isso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-346994704255257400</id><published>2009-05-25T10:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:18:14.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como todo ser humano tenho dificuldades pra lidar com o que não entendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim como existem muitas perguntas de como é do outro lado também existem muitas respostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ninquém nunca vai saber ao certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E quando a gente perde uma pessoa querida para o time de lá, vem a pergunta: e agora??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O filme de nossa vida passa diante dos olhos e dá uma insegurança, uma tristeza, uma revolta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O vazio que fica jamais será ocupado e no decorrer da vida vão sobrando lugares impreenchíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A saudade nunca passa, embora com o tempo as lágrimas deixam de cair e de vez enquando vem a lembrança de um sorriso, de uma palavra , de um gesto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então eu me pergunto como deve ser a dor de uma mãe, de um irmão, se a dor de uma amigo já é tão horrívelmente forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ser humano é tão incrível, inteligente, imprevisível e única,mas também tão frágil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ontém sonhei com meu amigo Chiquinho, ouvi sua voz, vi o seu rosto sorrindo e me pareceu que ele nunca saiu daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei que vai ser sempre assim, a saudade vai estar sempre presente no meu peito e vai ter algumas vezes que vai aumentar, que vai sufocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-346994704255257400?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/346994704255257400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=346994704255257400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/346994704255257400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/346994704255257400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-todo-ser-humano-tenho-dificuldades.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5298472927646665340</id><published>2009-05-14T16:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:41:18.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O  COMEÇO DO FIM....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como é triste o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como é difícil decidir que chegou o fim.Aceitar que chegou o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ver os seus sonhos desmoronando.Ver tijolo á tijolo, tudo ir ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Passa um filme na cabeça dos bons momentos,dos sorrisos, das lágrimas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dá vontade de correr e segurar nas cortinas para que não se fechem, dizer  que o espetáculo não acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E agora?Pra  que  lado vou??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5298472927646665340?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5298472927646665340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5298472927646665340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5298472927646665340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5298472927646665340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-comeco-do-fim.html' title='O  COMEÇO DO FIM....'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7922125777155674544</id><published>2009-05-08T15:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:11:42.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem pode entende o coração??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem pode desvendar os seus mistérios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele poderia ser apenas um músculo mesmo, sem vontades, sem desejos!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não!! Ele tem vontade própria, ele escolhe seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora me encontro em uma encruzilhada levada por ele, como um barco sem rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele deseja uma estrela, a mais brilhante, a mais linda, a mais distante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E por mais que eu tente, que eu me esforce não consigo alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poderia se contentar com o que esta por perto, mas vive sonhando em aprender a voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-7922125777155674544?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7922125777155674544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7922125777155674544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7922125777155674544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7922125777155674544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-pode-entende-o-coracao-quem-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5949279307490811677</id><published>2009-04-29T15:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:24:16.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que venham os proximos 35 anos!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre reclamei da minha vida, da minha falta de sorte, minha falta de amor, minha falta de  ser amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas hoje depois de completar 35 anos, consigo olhar pra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tras&lt;/span&gt; e ver que não foi bem assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A vida sempre me deu muitas opções. Eu que nem sempre escolhi a melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando aos 18 anos engravidei do meu primeiro filho cai no desespero tipo " meu mundo caiu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas a minha vida fluiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me tornei uma mulher forte, bonita.Na verdade fiquei mais bonita que antes, mais confiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com o tempo percebi que meu filho na verdade foi um presente,eu não sei pra onde  a vida me teria levado se naquela época eu não tivesse tido meu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando depois de dois relacionamentos conturbados e 3 filhos eu achei que não teria mais oportunidade de viver um grande amor, como eu havia sonhado , ai a vida me trouxe meu BEBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foram 3 anos de puro amor, de realizações profundas, de sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Virei adolescente aos 30 anos.O que eu não fiz aos 20, porque estava chorando minha falta de sorte, pude fazer com meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fui ao cinema, viajei, fui a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt;, acampamentos...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fiz&lt;/span&gt; tudo que uma mulher tem o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;direito&lt;/span&gt; de fazer junto com o homem que ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tinha pleno controle da minha vida , dos meus desejos, das minhas fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tinha medo nem pudor de realizar meus sonhos com a pessoa que amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E depois que o romance acabou voltei a chorar minha falta de sorte, minha falta de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas agora, graças á Deus, pude voltar a minha razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como posso dizer que não tive ou não tenho sorte.Tenho 3 filhos lindos, minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carreira&lt;/span&gt; profissional esta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decolando&lt;/span&gt; finalmente, e meu amor mesmo longe ainda esta perto eu sinto, ainda não colocamos um ponto final na nossa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A minha historia de vida até aqui tem sido empolgante, nada de marasmo, nada de repetição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu olha pra trás e  vejo que eu vivi intensamente, chorei intensamente, sofri intensamente, fui feliz intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nada na minha vida foi pouco, foi devagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que venham os próximos 35 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estou de peito aberto, de coração aberto, e agora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; de olhos bem abertos para ver tudo de bom que a vida tem pra me oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5949279307490811677?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5949279307490811677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5949279307490811677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5949279307490811677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5949279307490811677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-venham-os-proximos-35-anos.html' title='Que venham os proximos 35 anos!!!!!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4860073118927392075</id><published>2009-04-28T09:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:44:49.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ao atingirmos um objetivo , sempre queremos atingir outro, e assim é o processo da vida. Nela, ou você atinge o alvo final, ou você começa outro processo. A vida é o conjunto de processos, experiências, para atingir os alvos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você aprende até o último instante.Cada vez que você aprende, você cria ilusão para aprender mais. Nunca se para de aprender. Com isso, você ganha amor á vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se isto é uma verdade para você você não pode parar. A felicidade está em cada alvo que você alcança e nos processos que você percorre par alcançar o alvo.Para haver felicidade, é preciso ter objetivo. Se você não tem objetivo,você se queixa e degenera, cai na futilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;...Quando você começar a se deprimir, arranje um objetivo. De repente, você esbarrará com o Grande Objetivo.Ingressará em um mundo novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DR CELSO CHARURI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-4860073118927392075?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4860073118927392075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4860073118927392075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4860073118927392075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4860073118927392075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-atingirmos-um-objetivo-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1672559995759419424</id><published>2009-04-16T11:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:36:59.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi Pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é , meu ano ta começando agora.&lt;br /&gt;Esses ultimos meses que passaram risquei da minha agenda, da minha memória, da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Minha chefe e grande amiga ta na luta contra um câncer, troquei de setor porque me recusei a trabalhar com a pessoa horrível que colocaram no lugar dela, achei até um desrespeito com minha querida amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou trabalhando num lugar ótimo, acabei sendo promovida e agora sim meu ano começou.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me conformei com as coisas que não concordo, sempre lutei pelo que acredito e pelo o que é melhor pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda no dia 03 completei meus 35 aninhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tô feliz e pronta para um grande ano!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1672559995759419424?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1672559995759419424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1672559995759419424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1672559995759419424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1672559995759419424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2009/04/oi-pessoal-feliz-ano-novo-pois-e-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5632551611364792277</id><published>2009-03-08T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:02:02.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pessoal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu ano ja começou agitadíssimo, estou completamente sem tempo de postar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que concluir algumas pendência, estarei de volta.&lt;br /&gt;estou cheia de novidades pra contar, com vontade de desabafar com vcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs ate já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5632551611364792277?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2725030942803570957</id><published>2008-12-19T15:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:27:19.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes as pessoas são egocêntricas,&lt;br /&gt;ilógicas e insensatas;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoe-as assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você é gentil, as pessoas podem acusá-la de egoísta e interesseira;&lt;br /&gt;Seja gentil assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você é uma vencedora, terá alguns falsos amigos&lt;br /&gt;e alguns inimigos verdadeiros;&lt;br /&gt;Vença assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você levou anos para construir,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode destruir de uma hora pra outra;&lt;br /&gt;Construa assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você tem paz e é feliz, as pessoas podem sentir inveja&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bem que você faz hoje pode ser esquecido amanhã;&lt;br /&gt;Faça o bem assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê ao mundo o melhor de você,&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso pode nunca ser o bastante;&lt;br /&gt;Dê o melhor de você assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja você que, no final das contas isto é entre você e Deus&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi entre você e as outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ( Madre Teresa de Calcutá)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-2725030942803570957?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2725030942803570957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=2725030942803570957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2725030942803570957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2725030942803570957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/12/muitas-vezes-as-pessoas-so-egocntricas.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7371932624969302508</id><published>2008-11-24T15:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:50:45.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será possível gostar de alguém sem ao menos ter fitado&lt;br /&gt;olho no olho?&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter sentido um toque suave no rosto?&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o sabor que tem a sua boca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será possível sentir o perfume&lt;br /&gt;de quem esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quilometros&lt;/span&gt; de distância?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será possível apenas ouvir uma voz ao telefone&lt;br /&gt;e o corpo arrepiar como se estivesse sendo tocada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu tento ser racional&lt;br /&gt;Não dá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; deixar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; envolver por você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo e amante virtual.&lt;br /&gt;Você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; faz parte da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Já me acostumei a ter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; por perto&lt;br /&gt;Embora esteja tão longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses quase dois anos&lt;br /&gt;Você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; me conhece melhor que muita gente que esta ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que a vida esta nos aproximando,&lt;br /&gt;assim como ela fez a gente se esbarrar entre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;milhões&lt;/span&gt; de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já faz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt; da minha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-7371932624969302508?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7371932624969302508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7371932624969302508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7371932624969302508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7371932624969302508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/11/ser-possvel-gostar-de-algum-sem-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3965305705283140298</id><published>2008-11-11T10:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:37:25.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de cada vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca consegui relaxar e deixar de ficar pensando no que terei pela frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pode ter explicação no meu signo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou ariana, inquieta, impaciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mesmo quando era pequena, minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt; dizia que eu não tinha parada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E agora aos trinta e "poucos", sinto que meu corpo não acompanha meu ritmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alias a minha vida não acompanha meu ritmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosto de dormir tarde, mas depois de manha to morta, porque tenho tantos compromissos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não da mais ficar ate as dez na cama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; tem mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; na mesa, a menos que eu faça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; tem mais minha mãe pra cuidar de mim,pra perguntar o que quero comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora sou eu que tenho que cuidar dela, fazer seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; da manha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Agora existem varias pessoas que dependem de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meus filhos, minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ate o cachorro da casa fica esperando por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a So&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ninha&lt;/span&gt; inquieta, que gosta de ficar sem rumo, de dormir a manha toda, de ficar olhando as estrelas, não tem mais espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora surge a Dona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt;, dona de casa, professora, mãe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu gosto dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não imaginei que conseguiria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOu&lt;/span&gt; tão inconstante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eu consegui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TÔ&lt;/span&gt; dando conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tô&lt;/span&gt; feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os meus sonhos continuam aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguns realizados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outros ainda guardados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Consigo viver um dia após o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Planejar&lt;/span&gt; minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Administrar minha ansiedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu cresci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3965305705283140298?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3965305705283140298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3965305705283140298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3965305705283140298'/><link 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que temos a sensação que sempre estarão por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; imaginamos o mundo sem elas do nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nascemos delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando abrimos os olhos é o seu rosto que vimos primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;È o nome delas que chamamos quando nos machucamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;È com elas que queremos dividir tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ai nos damos conta que essa super mulher é de carne e osso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que poderemos perdê-la um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nos preparamos pra tudo,mas pra isso nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esses dias todos estou acompanhando minha mãe no hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A sua saúde esta tão frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Minha minha mãe que sempre cuidou de mim e dos meus irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E se ainda não bastasse sempre me ajudou a criar os meus filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sempre pude trabalhar sossegada por ela sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taa&lt;/span&gt; lá com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Até em alguma festa á noite podia ir sem culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que ela ficava com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora vê-la assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por favor rezem por ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero daqui uns dias postar a sua melhora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5476478994861089993?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5476478994861089993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5476478994861089993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5476478994861089993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5476478994861089993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1631790039357850637</id><published>2008-10-29T15:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:39:51.361-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi pessoal!!!&lt;br /&gt;To de volta!!&lt;br /&gt;Emendei feriado, ontem foi meu dia , funcionária pública,eu mereço&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias na praia pra esfriar a cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Tô cheia de novidades.&lt;br /&gt;me aguardem !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana passada conclui meu estágio,que dureza, mas deu tudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;Apresentação,exposição,&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar a verdade eu adoro isso tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de falar em publico , de improvisar,&lt;br /&gt;Estudei tanto, ralei demais, foi uma delicia mostrar pra minha turma o que aprendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora depois do descanso merecido, estou de volta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGORA VOU FAZER MINHA VISITINHAS QUE TANTO GOSTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1631790039357850637?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1631790039357850637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1631790039357850637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1631790039357850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1631790039357850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/oi-pessoal-to-de-volta-emendei-feriado.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5177973577270452583</id><published>2008-10-16T22:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:30:19.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OI gente!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O meu sumiço tem uma explicação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Visitas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;estagio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se Deus quiser mais alguns dias eu tô na pazzzzzz!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5177973577270452583?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5177973577270452583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5177973577270452583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5177973577270452583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5177973577270452583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/oi-gente-o-meu-sumio-tem-uma-explicao.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2239575582706710002</id><published>2008-10-09T22:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:13:45.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SO646H5zU_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UymdS4zjHis/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SO64gmSIdKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uz3OKTjooWA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255340685359871138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SO64gmSIdKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uz3OKTjooWA/s320/6.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parece uma frase feita né! e é mesmo........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Feita por alguém, em alguma época que descobriu o seu valor, a sua importância, o seu lugar no mundo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As pessoas que disseram essa frase geralmente descobriram algo de bom em si mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E não é fácil fazer essa descoberta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A gente vive se cobrando, se martirizando pra agradar alguém,correndo pra mostrar pra outras pessoas do que somos capazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nós mulheres principalmente estamos sempre em busca do corpo perfeito, do penteado perfeito, do batom perfeito do homem perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Folhamos aquelas revistas recheadas de mulheres feitas á mão, criadas por magníficos cirurgiões plásticos, excelentes personal treines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E aí ficamos deprimidas......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Odeio a minha bunda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Odeio a minha barriga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixamos de viver pra viver um sonho de nos tornar iguais á elas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isso tudo é surreal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A vida é aqui e agora!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Claro que temos que nos cuidar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;è muito bom estar em paz com a balança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas isso não deve ser a coisa mais importante!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois que ganhei uns quilos a mais, perdi o prazer de sair, de me divertir, de fazer compras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O meu sorriso que é minha marca registrada andava meio sumido!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os problemas parecem que ganham enormes proporções, tudo se torna motivo pra chorar , pra brigar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eu tive um encontro comigo mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;na verdade reencontrei um amigo de vinte anos atrás, que me olho e disse sorrindo: "como vc tá linda, continua mesma, olha sua carinha de menina, olha o seu sorriso. Sônia o tempo não passa pra vc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu senti a verdade nas palavras dele, senti a emoção do encontro, ele pode ter notado sim que não tenho mais 62 cm de cintura, mas não importou pra ele, isso só importa pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me olhei no espelho e achei o meu sorriso de menina que tanta gente fala!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A pele morena ainda ta suave, ainda é macia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu só tenho 34 anos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só que agora com três lindos filhos, um emprego que me satisfaz e um sonho de fazer uma faculdade praticamente realizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu me declarei pra mim mesma!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voltei a me apaixonar por mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sai na rua de cabeça erguida, passei aquele batom vermelho que eu adoro e que á tempos não usava, um salto alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;saí pra dançar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me acabei na pista como eu gosto de fazer, cantei até ficar rouca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E pasmem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chamei atenção de muita gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muitas cantadas, muitos convites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todos me olhavam e se perguntavam quem era aquela mulher bonita, radiante.Todos queriam ficar perto de mim, atrai olhares , comentários!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando a gente se ama de verdade, transmite segurança! As pessoas notam a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu me amo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aliás eu voltei a me amar!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU me amo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não consigo viver sem mim!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/8531027842684543860-2239575582706710002?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2239575582706710002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=2239575582706710002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2239575582706710002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2239575582706710002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-me-amo.html' title='Eu me amo'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SO64gmSIdKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Uz3OKTjooWA/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5091636063687212936</id><published>2008-10-05T23:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:00:09.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Domingão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dia votar,de praticar a cidadania!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;viva meu patrão ganhou de novo!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5091636063687212936?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5091636063687212936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5091636063687212936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5091636063687212936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5091636063687212936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/domingo-dia-votarde-praticar-cidadania.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7310228079858265993</id><published>2008-10-01T23:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:16:38.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SOQ7fHR05ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jrj_oLH52EY/s1600-h/y1pvxR4zTBFTZz2YMICkUwNn0ln9zRTDZqeT1JuB8KGXmfgSuUcUhwXCm8itBLgfbDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252388471136642450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SOQ7fHR05ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jrj_oLH52EY/s400/y1pvxR4zTBFTZz2YMICkUwNn0ln9zRTDZqeT1JuB8KGXmfgSuUcUhwXCm8itBLgfbDM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tava pensando aqui com meus botões em como nós , seres humanos somos maravilhosamente diferentes e complicados... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vagando por blogs nesse mundo a fora, encontro pessoas que pensam igualzinho á mim, e outras que são o meu oposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Li um post encantador de uma mulher que sonhava com os anos 50, e que não aguenta mais essa vida de modernidade. Ela disse que adoraria ficar em casa bordando ,cozinhando, cuidando da casa , do marido e dos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela fala brilhantemente do desgaste dessa nossa briga em se igualar ao homens, lutar por um lugar ao sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu concordo sim que essa correria é desgastante, é cansativo e que as vezes da vontade de jogar tudo pro alto e ficar em casa assistindo sessão da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas Podem me chamar de doida : eu adoro essa loucura! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não me sinto com vocação´pra cozinhar, ate cozinho sim mas eu adoraria ter uma cozinheira de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;plantão na minha casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adoro limpeza, alias tenho mania disso, gosto de casa limpa e organizada, mas eu estou sempre disposta a pagar bem pra uma diarista, pois elas merecem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não menosprezo essas tarefas domesticas mas eu sei que sou bem mais capaz de produzir la na minha sala, com meu computador, ou interagindo , delegando com pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre trabalhei com cargos de liderança. Posso começar trabalhando na portaria de qualquer empresa e é só questão de tempo, pouco tempo aliás, e eu já estou la dentro, trabalhando com a gerência e subindo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa busca me mantém viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adoro esse caos de lutar por um lugar ao sol, de mostrar meu trabalho! De buscar aquela promoção que tanto mereço e todos querem pra si....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e quando chego em casa á noite gosto de estar com meus filhos, deitar no tapete da sala, brincar, conversar, sem me preocupar com o jantar, ou com a louça do jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sei se deveria me sentir culpada por não sentir prazer em estar no fogão e no tanque ou por não me importar por não ter um homem dentro de casa pra poder lavar suas cuecas ou fazer sua comidinha preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A minha luta nessa selva que é o mundo do trabalho é chegar num ponto onde eu tenha tudo o que mereço (uma cozinheira, uma lavadeira,uma diarista, jardineiro, motorista....rrs) e tudo o que o meu sucesso puder me proporcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adoro a modernidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se tivesse nascido em outros tempo, com certeza teria sido morta em alguma fogueira...Rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&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/8531027842684543860-7310228079858265993?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7310228079858265993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7310228079858265993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7310228079858265993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7310228079858265993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/tava-pensando-aqui-com-meus-botes-em.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SOQ7fHR05ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jrj_oLH52EY/s72-c/y1pvxR4zTBFTZz2YMICkUwNn0ln9zRTDZqeT1JuB8KGXmfgSuUcUhwXCm8itBLgfbDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5958444325268229759</id><published>2008-10-01T20:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:57:58.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA SOBREVIVER Á UMA MULHER COM TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gente eu vi esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num blog muito interessante,me enquadrei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;direitinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rrs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERIGOSO:O que tem para o&lt;br /&gt;jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURO:Posso te ajudar com o&lt;br /&gt;jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; quer ir para&lt;br /&gt;jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; SEGURO:Aqui, como esse&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERIGOSO:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vc&lt;/span&gt; vai vestindo&lt;br /&gt;isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURO:Nossa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; fica linda de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;marron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SEGURÌSSIMO&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;UAU&lt;/span&gt;! Tá uma&lt;br /&gt;gata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; SEGURO:Aqui, come esse&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERIGOSO:Tá nervosa porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURO: Será que não estamos&lt;br /&gt;exagerando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Vem, deixa eu te fazer um&lt;br /&gt;carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; SEGURO:Aqui, come esse&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERIGOSO: Será que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; deveria comer&lt;br /&gt;isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURO:Sabe, ainda tem bastante&lt;br /&gt;maçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:Quer um copo de vinho pra&lt;br /&gt;acompanhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; SEGURO: Aqui, come esse&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERIGOSO:O que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; fez o dia&lt;br /&gt;todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURO:Espero que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; não tenha trabalho&lt;br /&gt;demais hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:Adoro quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; usa esse&lt;br /&gt;robe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; SEGURO: Vem cá come mais esse&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DEFINIÇÕES PARA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TPM&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Todos Problemas&lt;br /&gt;Misturados-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tendências á pontapés e&lt;br /&gt;murros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Temporada proibida pra macho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tocou, perguntou, morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tire a porcaria da mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tente no próximo mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To pirada mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tempo para meditação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Totalmente pirada e maluca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tendência para matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tira as patas, moleque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenha paciência meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Toda problemática no momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Total paranóia mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8531027842684543860-5958444325268229759?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5958444325268229759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5958444325268229759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5958444325268229759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5958444325268229759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-sobreviver-uma-mulher-com-tpm.html' title='PARA SOBREVIVER Á UMA MULHER COM TPM'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-4849220965085266018</id><published>2008-09-29T23:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:04:36.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gente, andei sumida porque estava perdida com&lt;br /&gt;meu estágio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não imaginei que aqueles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adoráveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pestinhas&lt;/span&gt; da&lt;br /&gt;educação infantil iriam sugar minhas forças dessa forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E isso foi pra mim como um atestado de loucura,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;PASMEM&lt;/span&gt; eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adorei&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eles acabaram comigo, fizeram eu conhecer o&lt;br /&gt;limite da minha paciência, mas Que Coisa!!!!!! Não pretendo&lt;br /&gt;desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esse meu temperamento impulsivo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sou &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ariana&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;teimosa.Não desisto nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando tudo parece que não vai dar certo,&lt;br /&gt;quando todos cantam o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;côro&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;DESISTA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MINHA FILHA&lt;/span&gt;, ai que eu corro atrás, ai&lt;br /&gt;que tudo vira questão de honra........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coleciono&lt;/span&gt; muitas vitórias ( e algumas&lt;br /&gt;quebradas de cara também, admito), Mas na soma de tudo sou&lt;br /&gt;ganhadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei que serei uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ótima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pedagoga&lt;/span&gt;, porque eu quero, porque eu gosto, porque escolhi isso&lt;br /&gt;pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-4849220965085266018?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/4849220965085266018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=4849220965085266018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4849220965085266018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/4849220965085266018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/gente-andei-sumida-porque-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-6897255001244636401</id><published>2008-09-20T23:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:20:58.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SNW9jZYAp7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4l08BQOBXGk/s1600-h/fechado+pra+balanÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248309356574844850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SNW9jZYAp7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4l08BQOBXGk/s320/fechado+pra+balan%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poxa&lt;/span&gt; vida como ta frio hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Parece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doideira&lt;/span&gt; mas hoje deitada aqui a tarde inteira debaixo das cobertas me lembrei de algo que aconteceu quando eu era bem pequena, acho que tinha uns 7 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Minha avó, que Deus a tenha, morava num bairro afastado, separado do meu bairro por uma rodovia. Eu, minha mãe e meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt; irmãos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vínhamos&lt;/span&gt; pra casa, cheios de sacolas e panela, porque minha avó sempre nos mandava um monte de coisas, comidas, bolos , essas coisas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vó&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Na hora de atravessar a rodovia, passamos correndo e uma panela da minha mãe caiu bem no meio do asfalto e um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ônibus&lt;/span&gt; passou por cima da tampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois meu irmão foi la pegar ela, e minha mãe ficou arrasada, a tampa ficou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;destruída&lt;/span&gt;, toda amassada.Minha mãe levou ela pra casa e ainda tentou usar, mas não deu certo, sempre caída da panela, não tampava direito, a comia ficava descoberta, ai minha mãe deixou ela na gaveta, com pena de jogar fora, mas a panela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; ficou la sem tampa,e nenhuma servia direito nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Pois é, hoje to me sentindo como aquela panela da minha mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sem tampa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;E o pior, tinha uma tampa, feita pra ela, mas quebrou , amassou, e então ficou condenada a ficar destampada pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu sinto que a pessoa da minha vida já passou por mim, passou e eu deixei de alguma forma cair da minha vida, e agora por mais que eu tento com outros, não é a pessoa certa, nunca ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;certinho&lt;/span&gt;, perfeito, nunca se encaixa, sempre fica uma fresta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu sei que todo mundo foi feito pra se encontrar com seu par, eu acredito nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ninguém&lt;/span&gt; foi feito pra ficar sozinho! Nem eu!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;terrível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;acontece&lt;/span&gt; da gente se perder na nossa cara metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ele ta la, eu sei onde, mas ta meio amassado e pode ser que se a gente tentar de novo, não se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;encaixe&lt;/span&gt; tão bem como deveria, mas pode dar certo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dizem&lt;/span&gt; que o amor da "liga", quem sabe o amor pode juntar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt; dois de novo e tampar todas fresca que a separação nos causou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A esperança é a última que morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&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/8531027842684543860-6897255001244636401?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6897255001244636401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6897255001244636401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6897255001244636401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6897255001244636401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/poxa-vida-como-ta-frio-hoje-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SNW9jZYAp7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4l08BQOBXGk/s72-c/fechado+pra+balan%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-8618823798078572275</id><published>2008-09-20T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:27:20.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nossa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fazia&lt;/span&gt; muito tempo que não ficava assim , sem tempo pra nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou trabalhando demais e como gosto do que faço acabo me entregando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ainda tem os estágios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Numa semana estou dando aulas pra uma turma, depois pra outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas mudam as turmas e os problemas permanecem e eu não consigo ficar a parte, eu me envolvo, eu sofro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei que tenho que criar algum tipo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proteção&lt;/span&gt; nessa minha vida de Pedagoga,mas se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; aí tem uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ideia&lt;/span&gt; por favor me fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até minha imunidade ficou baixa, peguei gripe e fiquei sem vontade de fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perdi a paciência com meus filhos e ate com meu cachorro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cruz credo! Ainda bem que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A única coisa boa dessa semana em polvorosa foi que eu não fiquei pensando no meu Bem o tempo todo como de costume . Eu preciso me desligar um pouco dele também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se alguém aí também tiver uma sugestão de como fazer isso pode falar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;È que eu mandei um e-mail pra ele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; a mais de uma semana e até agora nenhuma resposta, ai eu fico todo hora conferindo as correspondências e isso é mau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-8618823798078572275?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/8618823798078572275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=8618823798078572275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8618823798078572275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8618823798078572275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/nossa-fazia-muito-tempo-que-no-ficava.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-7069186071211636425</id><published>2008-09-12T00:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:09:48.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfeições de um homem perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMnqZNwpMqI/AAAAAAAAADw/We8coLdpZlA/s1600-h/kellyvaneli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244980959960969890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMnqZNwpMqI/AAAAAAAAADw/We8coLdpZlA/s400/kellyvaneli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebi um recadinho carinhoso de uma pessoa que leu meu texto sobre o meu sonho de encontrar um homem perfeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que a intenção foi boa, e sei também que a a maioria das pessoas enxergam a vida dessa forma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu sempre consigo ver além do que a maioria vê.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na verdade eu desconfio que tem muita gente que pensa como eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas poucas conseguem falar de forma escachada dessa maneira de ver a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém tem que fazer o serviço sujo né!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então vamos lá!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acredito piamente que existe sim uma pessoa perfeita pra cada um de nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas essa perfeição de que falo tem outro sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exemplo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu amor, ele é do signo de touro, pé no chão, materialista , ás vezes até frio de demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas esses "DEFEITOS" são perfeitos pra mim que sou uma ariana "voada", sentimentalista, quente, pegando fogo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele pensa tanto antes de fazer algo que me irrita, porque eu pulo de cabeça!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso faz parte de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aquilo faz parte dele!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me completa, me ajuda a encontrar limites, me faz pensar um pouquinho mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao contrário eu dou colorido pra vida dele, faço ele se distrair um pouco, faço ele tirar os sapatos e andar descalço na areia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é perfeito pra mim, justamente porque é imperfeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tentei ficar com homem como eu, bem parecido e a coisa não andou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Bem ás vezes me dá bronca, me chama pra realidade, pede pra mim falar mais baixo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele também fica me olhando falar sem parar, gesticulando e sorri com ternura!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me acompanha nas baladas, fica olhando eu dançar ate me acabar,segura minha bolsa quando toca aquela música que ele sabe que eu adoro pra eu poder levantar os braços e ser livres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele odeia música alta, luzes, lugares cheio de gente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu adoro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele gosta de se reunir com a turma da sua faculdade naqueles sítios bem isolado, cheio de mato por todos os lados.Eu até curto, mas prefiro passar o Carnaval num clube.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sempre vou nessas viagens com ele, convivo com o pessoal que ele conheceu a vida toda e acabo fazendo parte disso tudo também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eles dormem cedo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu fico acordada no escuro olhando pro teto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pior, eles acordam cedo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é perfeito pra mim. Fico olhando ele realizado no meio dos amigos, revivendo momentos tão felizes. Que bom que quer que eu faço parte disso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o sorriso dele é tão lindo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como ele sorri nestes momentos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu adoro ver ele sorrindo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou usando todas as expressões no presente, porque não consigo ver tudo isso no passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;È como se tudo tivesse acontecido ontem á noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é o homem imperfeito mas perfeito que existe pra mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é meu príncipe encantado, porque não estou procurando nenhum, nunca quis um desses .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um príncipe de verdade não suportaria viver muito tempo com uma plebeia tão imperfeita como eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós só estamos plenamente perfeitos quando estamos juntos e sei que ele já percebeu isso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos completamos!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&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/8531027842684543860-7069186071211636425?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/7069186071211636425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=7069186071211636425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7069186071211636425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/7069186071211636425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/imperfeies-de-um-homem-perfeito.html' title='Imperfeições de um homem perfeito'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMnqZNwpMqI/AAAAAAAAADw/We8coLdpZlA/s72-c/kellyvaneli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3170114046656133529</id><published>2008-09-07T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:10:59.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMNUSoT48eI/AAAAAAAAADo/dmJM6Txctcc/s1600-h/gif+coraÃ§Ã£o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243127070224609762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMNUSoT48eI/AAAAAAAAADo/dmJM6Txctcc/s320/gif+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por mais que a gente quer ser livre, independente, no fundo, e as vezes isso é bem la no fundo mesmo o que a gente quer é encontra o homem da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isso parece até ridículo falado por mim, mas cheguei a esta conclusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque então algumas das mais lindas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sexs&lt;/span&gt; e ricas mulheres ficam sempre trocando de homens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Com certeza também estão nessa busca.Elas querem o homem perfeito, o homem dos sonhos igual á mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas não é aquele homem daquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sonhozinho&lt;/span&gt; sonhado numa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sonequinha&lt;/span&gt; depois do almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Falo do homem dos sonhos sonhado numa noite perfeita de sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas será que ele existe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até agora já dei de cara com alguns Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grugers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saìdos&lt;/span&gt; dos meus mais terríveis pesadelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas não posso reclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um dia tive um sonho lindo desses de encher os olhos, de arfar o peito. Tinha um homem nele, era perfeito, perfeito pra mim,foi um sonho perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foi tão perfeito que hoje eu vivo sem ter certeza se foi mesmo um sonho, ou se aconteceu de verdade.&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/8531027842684543860-3170114046656133529?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3170114046656133529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3170114046656133529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3170114046656133529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3170114046656133529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-mais-que-gente-quer-ser-livre.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMNUSoT48eI/AAAAAAAAADo/dmJM6Txctcc/s72-c/gif+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-502685496484703693</id><published>2008-09-04T23:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:59:27.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMCgK45CoUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6B85BIfI7Js/s1600-h/em+cima+do+muro.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242366075190026562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="68" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMCgK45CoUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6B85BIfI7Js/s320/em+cima+do+muro.gif" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMCcFFqIt5I/AAAAAAAAADA/VInf4HdCS5E/s1600-h/em+cima+do+muro.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não tem nada pior do que vc ter que conviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMCcdwBOT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/KQRCSn5jmLM/s1600-h/em+cima+do+muro.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;com uma pessoa que vive em cima do muro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma pessoa difícil, perigosa, que gosta de agradar a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma pessoa que na sua frente toma a sua defesa, e por trás, se cala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E as vezes o silêncio é pior que mil palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu não sei lidar com pessoas assim, e isso é ruim porque fico sem ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As vezes tenho pena, porque sei que é uma pessoa fraca, mau amada,cheia de ressentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E eu só quero ajudar. Mas não sei como!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não consigo chegar nela, porque ela esta la no alto, bem cima do muro. Não decide, não toma atitude alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E eu sei que se eu tomar a iniciativa de derrubar esse muro, vou ser massacrada , como todas as pessoas que tem coragem de agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que fazer???&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/8531027842684543860-502685496484703693?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/502685496484703693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=502685496484703693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/502685496484703693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/502685496484703693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-tem-nada-pior-do-que-vc-ter-que.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SMCgK45CoUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6B85BIfI7Js/s72-c/em+cima+do+muro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-6770705426718647421</id><published>2008-09-03T21:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:54:21.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL8_vWj5PaI/AAAAAAAAACw/o9zf1jK-B8E/s1600-h/triste_~200146955-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241978574025080226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL8_vWj5PaI/AAAAAAAAACw/o9zf1jK-B8E/s200/triste_~200146955-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Já aconteceu de você de repente se perceber chorando aparentemente por nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É...Chorando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ouvindo uma música que te lembra alguém, ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assistindo&lt;/span&gt; um filme, lendo um livro qualquer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois é, agente esta tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acostumada&lt;/span&gt; em manter a imagem de forte, equilibrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu me lembro de um patrão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;despóta&lt;/span&gt; que tive na minha adolescência, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;as vezes&lt;/span&gt; ele era tão grosso, tão mau educado, que eu ficava triste, magoada e ia chorar no banheiro.Não deixava ninguém perceber, ao contrário das outras meninas que se desmanchavam em lágrimas na frente de todo mundo depois das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;broncas&lt;/span&gt; daquele grosso.Eu dizia que não me importava, respondia ele as vezes, batia de frente. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alguém&lt;/span&gt; tinha que ser forte naquela loja, mesmo que fosse eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não me sinto á &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vontade&lt;/span&gt; chorando, principalmente se tiver testemunhas.Tenho que ser forte sempre,tenho que mostrar que não me deixo abater, sempre fui assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma mãe lutadora, uma profissional de fibra, uma mulher vencedora!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah! Mas quando abro a represa, aí choroa vontade no&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meu cantinho,sozinha em casa, assistindo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As vezes choro vendo um filme, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; dou por mim, estou chorando por algo que aconteceu há um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tempão&lt;/span&gt; atrás.Sei lá, me lembro de um fora que levei, de um brinquedo meu que perdi, e até daquele que minha mãe não quis comprar.Tudo vira motivo pra chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choro de felicidade, relembrando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; momentos, como minha viagem com os amigos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;colégio&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Camburiú&lt;/span&gt;, eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; tão linda naquelas fotos... Ou na viagem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;romântica&lt;/span&gt; que fiz com meu amor em Brotas. Como fui feliz naquele final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Esses dias chorei tanto pela minha cachorrinha que morreu a uns 4 anos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;, e depois pelo meu cachorrinho que sumiu no ano passado.Eu me apego tão fácil neles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Vcs&lt;/span&gt; nem acreditam o que me fez chorar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt; semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aquela cena da novela das oito, o enterro da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Donatela&lt;/span&gt;.Pois é que coisa horrível, chorar por um enterro de novela, ainda mais quando a personagem nem morreu de verdade.Mas fazer o que?Eu chorei,escapou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas eu não sou sempre assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uso uma capa de ferro, uma armadura no meu dia-a-dia.Não abro a guarda,senão o mundo me engole viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;demonstrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;, posso nem perceber o que me atingiu. O mundo é assim. Assim são os homens( e as mulheres &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Rrs&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas analisando essa semana de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chororô&lt;/span&gt;, parecido até com nossos atletas lá em Pequim,eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; assim, emotiva, porque meu ex- namorado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;apareceu&lt;/span&gt; do nada.Não pensem que veio aqui na minha singela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cidadezinha&lt;/span&gt; não, ele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mandou&lt;/span&gt; uns e-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mail&lt;/span&gt;, um telefonema, e me deixou assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tem como , não dá pra esquecer, fui tão feliz naquele tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ele é na verdade meu calcanhar de Aquiles. Me deixa indefesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas ele não sabe disso, não falo, não demonstro. Aliá finjo a maior naturalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois é tenho que ser forte! E chorar somente depois de desligar o telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sei que muitos vão me julgar por isso, mas eu sou assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não gosto que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;vêem&lt;/span&gt; chorando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/8531027842684543860-6770705426718647421?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6770705426718647421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6770705426718647421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6770705426718647421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6770705426718647421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/j-aconteceu-de-voc-de-repente-se.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL8_vWj5PaI/AAAAAAAAACw/o9zf1jK-B8E/s72-c/triste_~200146955-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-8493291842354864071</id><published>2008-09-01T10:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:58:33.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distrofia Muscular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL9At0r2EJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zz5aYdwbefo/s1600-h/crianca-voando-papagaio_~bn271108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979647263379602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL9At0r2EJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zz5aYdwbefo/s200/crianca-voando-papagaio_~bn271108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Uma doença degenerativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Uma má formação de um cromossomo X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Aparecem sempre nos homens já que eles tem apenas um cromossomo X e um Y, e as mulheres por terem 2 Cromossomo X, apenas levam consigo essa má formação, mas não desenvolvem a doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;No entanto somos nós mulheres que passamos á diante para nossos filhos e se ele for homem irá desenvolver essa terrível doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Esses são dados técnicos que li na internet e depois confirme algumas dúvidas com um especialista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas nada é pior do que observar essa doença consumindo um corpinho de uma criança de 6 aninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Ninguém é forte o suficiente pra nãos e comover com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Olhar nos olhinhos pequenos e vê tanta vontade de correr, de brincar de pular.Mas os músculos não obedecem, não têm força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;As perninhas já estão fracas, não conseguem segurar o peso do corpo, e ele é tão magrinho, tão pequenininho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Não sobe escada, precisa de colo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;E é triste saber que passará sua curta vida em uma cadeira de rodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Não jogará bola, não vai viajar pra praia com os amigos, não vai namorar, nem fazer faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Sua vida vai se curta, os médicos dizem uns 20 anos, se conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;E você olha naqueles olhinhos tão brilhantes, tão cheio de vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Não se prepara pra isso na faculdade. Quando no curso de Pedagogia falava-se em inclusão eram apenas dados, pesquisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Não se sabe o que o nosso coração vai sentir quando presenciar esses dados no corpinho de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas ele não precisa de pena, precisa de carinho, de compreensão pra suas limitações.Precisa de amor pra viver intensamente a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Eu sabia que na minha saga de Pedagoga que esta apenas começando iria encontra muitas coisas, que não seria só felicidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas não me contive em chegar em casa e chorar até secarem as lágrimas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Este garotinho foi pra mim uma lição de vida, de muitas que terei ainda, pra enfrentar minhas dificuldades, pra não desistir, pra enfrentar de cabeça erguida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Ele esta sempre sorrindo, sempre devorando tudo á sua volta com seus olhinhos, ele ainda é feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E eu que tenho tantos motivos não posso nunca deixar de sorrir, de ser feliz também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&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/8531027842684543860-8493291842354864071?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/8493291842354864071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=8493291842354864071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8493291842354864071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/8493291842354864071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/09/distrofia-muscular.html' title='Distrofia Muscular'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SL9At0r2EJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zz5aYdwbefo/s72-c/crianca-voando-papagaio_~bn271108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5341071094122290897</id><published>2008-08-31T16:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:01:22.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Achados e perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Um dia eu perdi você...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como pôde acontecer. O certo é que olhei do meu lado e vc não estava.&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro instante procurei nos lugares prováveis e depois nos mais improváveis para te achar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estaria?&lt;br /&gt;Achei que seria um lapso de memória, igual quando eu perco as chaves, fico desesperada mas depois do nada reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei naquele dia em que perdi minha apostila da faculdade.Que desespero! Mas 3 dias depois me lembrei de procurar atrás do armário e lá estava ela, quietinha me esperando.&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixar cheia de esperança de que  amanhã quando acordar vou te encontrar por acaso em alguma lugar da casa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente me lembrei também do meu cachorrinho que perdi no natal passado. De manhã estava lá e á tarde já não estava mais.AH! como procurei, quantas buscas eu fiz e nada, desapareceu, eu perdi pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Então fico neste desespero:será que vou te encontrar como encontro sempre minhas chaves, ou como encontrei minha apostila? Ou será que esta perdido pra sempre como o Bolinha?&lt;br /&gt;Como pude ser displicente assim, te perder dessa maneira??&lt;br /&gt;O meu tesouro mais precioso!Meu bem maior!&lt;br /&gt;Escorregou entre meus dedos para longe dos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Levou pra longe seu sorriso que tanto me faz bem.Levou pra longe seus abraços e os seus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou apenas seu perfume impregnado no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Esta tão vivo em minha memória como se nunca tivesse saído daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão acostumada com vc  que sempre acordo de manhã esperando te ver dormindo ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz até uma promessa pra São Longuinho: se  eu te achar vou dar um milhão de pulinhos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5341071094122290897?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5341071094122290897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5341071094122290897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5341071094122290897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5341071094122290897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/achados-e-perdidos.html' title='Achados e perdidos'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3350853825880700564</id><published>2008-08-25T22:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:02:04.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucas por livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;No último sábado dia 23, eu e mais 20 colegas de magistério nos aventuramos até a capital em busca de livros? sabedoria? ou só diversão?. Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Mas fomos e apesar de tudo que passamos sobrevivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivemos ao atraso da nossa organizadora do passeio, é .... ela perdeu a hora atrasou mais de meia hora.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivemos ao nossa transporte e isso foi realmente um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Um micro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;ónibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; da prefeitura com bancos pequenos e estreitos, cheio de solavancos. Nossa! Muito desconfortável.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivemos á estrada, graças a Deus, porque o nosso motorista sinceramente achava que era a reencarnação do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Airton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; Sena.&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivemos ao nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;dispersamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; da entrada, uma estava com comprovante de magistério e tinha que ir pra um lado, outra sem o comprovante, pra outro lado( e ainda pagar dez reais), e outras e isso me inclui, com carteira de estudante, pra outro lado (aí só pagava meia).&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci de dizer que estava acompanhada dos meus dois filhos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;gêmeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;, e também sobrevivi a isso o que não deixa de ser um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra quem é apaixonada por livros, isso tudo vale a pena depois que se abrem as portas!&lt;br /&gt;Um mar de historias, de cultura, de pessoas interessantes( e de nem tanto também).&lt;br /&gt;Saraus, teatros, apresentações de todo o tipo, o que mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; famintas por conhecimento poderiam querer?&lt;br /&gt;Até meus filhos, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;gêmeos, se interessaram por livros o que não é comum já que são da era dos eletrônicos e virtuais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que são tão caros!&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi um dinheiro bem gasto, isso eu sei.Um tipo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;investimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; a longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Fizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; de tudo, até tiramos foto com o incrível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;ruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Vimos o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Maurício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; em tarde de autógrafo e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Ziraldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; minha (falta) paciência de ariana não me deixo enfrentar a aquela fila horrorosa.&lt;br /&gt;Alias minhas qualidades de ariana nata estavam a flor da pele, e vieram a tona quando o vendedor da Barsa ( aquela enciclopédia caríssima me pegou pra Cristo).&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci de dizer que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; com uma tremenda bolha no meu calcanhar esquerdo e vira e mexe tinha que visitar o pessoal do posto médico pra fazer um curativo básico, pena que não tinha nenhum médico gostosão por lá.&lt;br /&gt;Falando nisso não reparei em nenhum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; interessante por lá, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;acho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; que é porque estava com meus filhos, estava no meu papel de mãe exemplar e aí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; sabem , nada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;paquera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; na frente deles.Só tinha olhos pra turma daMônica e o Menino Maluquinho e outros temas infantis porque também pensava nas minha crinças daqui da pré-escola.&lt;br /&gt;Estão vendo, sou incrível, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; preciso tiro minha armadura de doida, de inconsequente, e me misturo no meio dos mortais, mas confesso que não combina comigo. E foi isso aí, 5 horas de passeios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;comilança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; e gasto de dinheiro, e chegou a hora de pegar a estrada em nosso transporte confortável.&lt;br /&gt;Tirando o fato de que uma de nossas colegas se perdeu do grupo na saída e que fomos multados, deu tudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;E fomos nós, amantes de livros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;sedentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; de cultura, 350 km rumo ao interior do estado, 4 horas rodando em bancos pequenos e desconfortável, sofrendo com a destempero intestinal da filha gordinha de uma colega que deve ter dado muito lucro na praça de alimentação.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobrevivemos e estamos cheias de histórias pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;Que venha a próxima Bienal do livro!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3350853825880700564?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3350853825880700564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3350853825880700564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3350853825880700564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3350853825880700564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/loucas-por-livros.html' title='Loucas por livros'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5665676614069367490</id><published>2008-08-20T23:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:48:17.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Algumas pessoas me vêem como louca inconsequente, por causa desse &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;meu &lt;/span&gt;jeito de resolver tudo por impulso, de falar o que vem na cabeça, de fazer o que da vontade...&lt;br /&gt;As vezes fico ate constrangida, tento mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Ouviram? ou melhor leram isso?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tento mudar!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas como mudar uma essência?&lt;br /&gt;Não! eu não quero mudar!&lt;br /&gt;Foi esse me jeito que me levou a realizar sonhos inimagináveis!&lt;br /&gt;Esse povo de cidade pequena e cabeça mais pequena ainda, nem sabem o que eu já vivi!&lt;br /&gt;Tantas bocas que beijei, tantos corpos que abracei!&lt;br /&gt;E os amores que conquistei!&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se duraram um minuto, ou um piscar de olho. Eu fui muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um estoque de momentos felizes guardados como um tesouro.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é feita de momentos!&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei tabus pra conquistar o que queria, usei pessoas, fui usada por outras,mas se não fosse assim estaria na contra mão da vida como a maioria das pessoas que me cercam.&lt;br /&gt;Esse povinho não quer subir e eu não vou ficar fazendo companhia pra eles.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de voar!&lt;br /&gt;E daí que não sou pássaro, isso é o de menos, eu sempre dou um jeito pra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;O céu é o meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que ser mãe e ser solteira não dava, não podia, que eu não ia chegar em lugar algum.&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que depois dos 30 não dava mais tempo pra fazer faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que tinha que procurar um homem, qualquer um pra fazer o favor de ficar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas besteiras me disseram!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que nunca dei ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma mulher independente, sou mãe e quase uma pedagoga , só falta um ano!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E os homens ?!&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que eles implorem!&lt;br /&gt;Me dou ao luxo de amar profundamente um homem só, e enquanto espero que ele volte, porque eu sei que ele vai voltar, eu vou provando algumas bocas, tocando alguns corpos....&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher, e de carne muita carne, assim não da pra não pecar!!&lt;br /&gt;Me me perdoem os infelizes, mas felicidade é fundamental!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5665676614069367490?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5665676614069367490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5665676614069367490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5665676614069367490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5665676614069367490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/algumas-pessoas-me-vem-como-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1391789348961862588</id><published>2008-08-15T22:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:08:48.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças doces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SKY2fxti1hI/AAAAAAAAACg/aExEgBqaRJA/s1600-h/gif2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234931536412988946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SKY2fxti1hI/AAAAAAAAACg/aExEgBqaRJA/s200/gif2.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bebê, porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; faz isso comigo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por que quer tanto manter essa chama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ascesa&lt;/span&gt; em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu estava disposta a te esquecer de vez e aí &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; reaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Igual das outras vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu tentando viver minha vida, tentando me acostumar sem seu cheiro, sem seus beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E então &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; liga, manda um e-mail, diz que ta com saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu tola encho o peito de esperança. Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; tivesse a mínima noção do que a sua voz faz comigo, acho que não me ligaria mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje me lembrei dos nossos passeios aí em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Piracicaba&lt;/span&gt;, do cinema, do teatro, dos restaurantes, dos nossos domingos inteiros de pijama e (sem pijama) trancados no apto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Queria pedir pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; não ligar mais, mas seria como pedir pra me tirarem o ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1391789348961862588?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1391789348961862588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1391789348961862588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1391789348961862588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1391789348961862588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/lembranas-doces.html' title='Lembranças doces...'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SKY2fxti1hI/AAAAAAAAACg/aExEgBqaRJA/s72-c/gif2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3472542470595376419</id><published>2008-08-14T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:13:35.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procure em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me perguntar se te amo, direi que não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se puder me responder o que é o amor, talvez poderei lhe dizer se te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Se acaso me disser que é pensar em alguém a todo o instante e o corpo estremecer somente com a lembrança do outro corpo;&lt;br /&gt;Que é levar na boca o gosto perfeito do beijo, como se fosse beijada a todo instante;&lt;br /&gt;Que é querer sempre estar junto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estravazando&lt;/span&gt; as barreiras físicas, como se não existisse o tempo nem o espaço; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;È se sentir diferente dos simples mortais, porque por dentro existe um turbilhão de energia que faz com que se sinta imortal,uma continuação do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cosmo&lt;/span&gt;, um pedaço desfragmentado do criador;&lt;br /&gt;Se me disser que amar é um pouco de tudo isso ou isso tudo numa mistura mágica, então pode procurá-lo porque estará estampado em meus olhos, escancarado em meu sorriso e tatuado em cada pedaço do meu corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3472542470595376419?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3472542470595376419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3472542470595376419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3472542470595376419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3472542470595376419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/procure-em-mim.html' title='Procure em mim'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1068595673439453755</id><published>2008-08-08T23:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:52:55.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPEDIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJ0GDcVg2kI/AAAAAAAAACA/UeI7PPw_z9I/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232344998290184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJ0GDcVg2kI/AAAAAAAAACA/UeI7PPw_z9I/s200/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu chorei muito, chorei silenciosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o abraçava muito forte, enquanto as lágrimas lavavam o meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu queria gritar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;para &lt;/span&gt;que ele não fosse, eu queria implorar pra ele ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eu não conseguia. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt; dele me atingiam como chicotadas e me paralisavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não servia pra ele, e só o atrasaria na sua longa caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;queria&lt;/span&gt; dizer que poderia me transformar no que ele quisesse, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poderiámos&lt;/span&gt; tentar só &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mais &lt;/span&gt;uma vez.Eu quis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lhe&lt;/span&gt; dizer que não encontraria ninguém tão disposta a amá-lo como eu.Ninguém mais veria nele um príncipe encantado, perfeito, ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que nada nesta vida,nenhum preconceito ou coisas materiais era mais importante que o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu o amava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da maneira mais pura,mais doce, mais verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sabia que não possuía nada para oferecer,nem uma história bonita pra contar. Tudo o que tinha era meu amor, que infelizmente não bastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele se foi... Chorando muito também, não sei porquê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talvez por pura pena,ou pela certeza de que ninguém jamais o amaria tanto.Ou ainda talvez por raiva de que apesar de tanto amor porque eu ainda era tão imperfeita?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ou simplesmente por também me amar e não ter coragem, por não ser forte o suficiente pra assumir esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele se foi e disse que não voltaria mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu fiquei chorando, perdida, sem saber como recomeçar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='DESPEDIDA'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJ0GDcVg2kI/AAAAAAAAACA/UeI7PPw_z9I/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-2398103938401308360</id><published>2008-08-08T21:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:00:14.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPOSTA AO SR GRANDÂO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu bem!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tive muitos desses momentos raros!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E te digo uma coisa: aproveitei até o último segundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou especialista em aproveitar oportunidades assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como já te disse outras vezes, ainda teremos os nossos, confia em mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa vida eu aprendi que uma hora ou outra o nosso corpo acaba chegando onde já esta nosso pensamento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjinhos pra vc, e obrigada por participar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-2398103938401308360?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/2398103938401308360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=2398103938401308360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2398103938401308360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/2398103938401308360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/resposta-ao-sr-grando.html' title='RESPOSTA AO SR GRANDÂO'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-743861661304647033</id><published>2008-08-07T22:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:00:36.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJur4YGx5dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUu0dLPpP5o/s1600-h/S2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231964377152873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJur4YGx5dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUu0dLPpP5o/s320/S2.bmp" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todo mês é a mesma coisa, juro que dessa vez ela não me pega.Quando percebo ja estou possuída!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coitados dos desavisados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deveria colocar um placa na testa não se aproxime, perigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não quero conversar, não quero ouvir, na verdade quero que vc se exploda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Sonynha meiga, atenciosa se tranforma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parece filme de ficção ou melhor de horror, tipo o exorcista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas, não é pra assustar tambem, né..´. É só não tocar em mim, não me dirigir a palavra, não ficar me olhando por mais de um segundo, que tá tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A única coisa boa nisso tudo, é que amnhã provavelmente ja estou de volta, cheia de amor pra dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que foi, alguem ai ficou surpreso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não disse que era perfeita, na verdade nunca pretendi ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8531027842684543860-743861661304647033?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/743861661304647033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=743861661304647033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/743861661304647033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/743861661304647033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9G_n2h0vnM/SJur4YGx5dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUu0dLPpP5o/s72-c/S2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-6325887614438819716</id><published>2008-08-06T22:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:02:47.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDAGOGIA DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Me disseram pra cair fora da Pedagogia, me contaram que não vale a pena.Me falaram que essa profissão não tem futuro.Me pediram pra desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Todos ja desistiram : a família, o Estado e muito educador por aí.&lt;br /&gt;O que os professores aprenderam nos seus cursos, ja não serve mais pra ensinar, é o que dizem.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças de hoje não estão interessadas, ja chegam desencorajadas de casa, não querem aprender. Elas são violentas, agridem os professores, agridem uns aos outros, não há meios, a educação no Brasil chegou ao fundo do poço!&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram pra desistir enquanto é tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tempo de que?Tempo de me acovardar também?Tempo de cavar um buraco e entrar para o time das avestruzes tambem?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso, estou contaminada pela pedagogia, pelo prazer de ensinar.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui convencional, e não sou uma aluna passiva, não posso compartilhar com isso que vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta querer colocar á força o aprendizado nas crianças.Nunca deu certo, no passado parecia que dava porque as crianças não contestavam o poder absoluto dos professores, eram condicionadas a apenas ouvir e aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mudou o contexto, eles falam, na verdade gritam!&lt;br /&gt;Reclamam, não querem ficar sentados nas carteiras com a barriga vazia, eles mostram a violência que sofrem em casa e o professor não quer saber, não é problema dele ele pensa, só quer ensinar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a criança quer socorro, quer ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;Alguns conseguem fechar os olhos, outros vão mais longe, fecham o coração!&lt;br /&gt;Negam a afeição, as vezes negam um sorriso, não querem se comprometer.&lt;br /&gt;Me criticam por ter contato físico com a criança, por dar colo, dar carinho. Dizem que não adianta&lt;br /&gt;conversar, que não entendem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que entendem muito mais quando falo sorrindo, quando faço um carinho no rosto ou quando sento no chão junto com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou adepta da Pedagogia do amor, da Pedagogia do entendimento , da solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;Isso não se aprende em faculdade, nem em cursos de doutorado ou mestrado, esta na alma da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, mesmo aquele em que chego com o coração despedaçado, sinto que fiz minha parte, e isso me da força pra continuar, pra não abandonar minha jornada. Sei que depende de cada um, contruirmos um mundo bem melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-6325887614438819716?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/6325887614438819716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=6325887614438819716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6325887614438819716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/6325887614438819716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/pedagogia-do-amor.html' title='PEDAGOGIA DO AMOR'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1901124715973547105</id><published>2008-08-06T16:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:33:24.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caro sr o Grande!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hoje vc me fez meditar na nossa condiçào de ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Será que nossa missão aqui é nascer, crescer, reproduzir e morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E amar? Brincar,sorrir,sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ficamos condicionados a encontrar uma pessoa certa para passar o resto da vida juntos, e as vezes nos desesperamos com a idéia de nunca encontrar essa pessoa, e aí sofremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mas e se procurarmos alguém pra passar o próximo minuto juntos.Alguém pra tomar um chop,conversar,rir,só por um instante, sem planos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;É muito mais fácil começar procurando alguém só pra passar a próxima noite juntos, e depois o próximo dia, e se rolar mais uma noite, quem sabe!! E ai mais um dia, várias noites, mil dias, mil e uma noites....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Curtir aquele sorriso lindo,aquela cantada gostosa, aquele carinho bom só pelo prazerde curtir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Se tudo rolar por uma vida inteira, fantástico, maravilhoso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mas um instante também pode se eternizar na nossa galeria de momentos mágicos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1901124715973547105?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1901124715973547105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1901124715973547105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1901124715973547105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1901124715973547105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/meu-amigo-grando.html' title='Caro sr o Grande!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1570057577678022638</id><published>2008-08-04T16:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:34:58.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SOU ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou uma eterna apaixonada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apaixonada pela  vida, por minha família, meu trabalho, meus estudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gosto de viver intensamente.Não posso negar que sou passional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estou sempre sorrindo, mas tambem choro com muita facilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As vezes me contradigo, as vezes sou incoerente, mas QUEM NÃO É?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu apenas admito. Sou corajosa.Por isso estou semprre me machucando, me decepcionando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou alvo fácil das más línguas, dos maus amados, dos covardes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AH!! mas ninguem consegue me deter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vivo exposta, mas sei me defender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As vezes caio sim, mas levanto na mesma hora. Se me machuco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Claro que sim, sou de carne e osso, mas carne do que osso pra dizer a verdade! rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O meu segredo, é que não deixo que me vejam aos prantos. Consigo dizer o que não estou sentindo com uma verdade hollywoodiana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou uma diva,é assim que me vêêm por isso me invejam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não sabem que acordo descabelada, meus machucados sangram, e choro por um amor que se foi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muitos querem ser como eu, porque não sabem que sou igual a todo mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apenas busco o que quero, nem que só por um minuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faço o que quero naquele instante, porque sei que tenho o resto da vida pra me arrepender. Digo o que me vem na cabeça mesmo que me ignorem, que não aceitem ou não acreditem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo quando só tenho pequenos fragmentos de felicidade,  aproveito o máximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sei que não tenho asas, mas tenho ímpetos de voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/8531027842684543860-1570057577678022638?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1570057577678022638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1570057577678022638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1570057577678022638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1570057577678022638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-sou-assim.html' title='EU SOU ASSIM'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-3757507496193681605</id><published>2008-08-04T16:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:58:26.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE EU AMO</title><content type='html'>Amo o seu sorriso tímido, a sua voz suave e o seu olhar doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo este teu jeito de amar e de me dizer tudo sem dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo seu corpo porque ele se molda no meu completamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo esta sua maneira de me dar tudo sem me prometer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo o seu jeito de me estudar e observar cada gesto, cada palavra , porque me faz sentir nua, sem ter como me esconder, me obriga a ser eu mesma, deixar a mostra o meu jeito, meus defeitos, minhas carências, meus medos....Me faz ser verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Amo você porque pra você eu não preciso mentir, fantasiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você , porque eu não pedi pra você ficar...Mas você ficou e encheu de luz a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou a viver o agora sem me preocupar com o passado e nem com que poderá vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você porque juntos estamos escrevendo uma linda história, dia-a-dia, passo-a-passo, beijo-a-beijo, sem pressa, sem juramentos, sem promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você porque você não me deixa esquecer quem eu sou e que tudo que tenho é o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que somos diferentes e que nossos caminhos são opostos, mas quando nos beijamos tudo o que importa é o amor que estamos vivendo agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-3757507496193681605?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/3757507496193681605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=3757507496193681605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3757507496193681605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/3757507496193681605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-que-eu-amo.html' title='O QUE EU AMO'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-1449625386879320807</id><published>2008-08-01T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:35:40.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSEI DE PROCURAR O AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cansei de brincar de esconde-esconde com o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de procurar,agora é ele que terá que me achar.&lt;br /&gt;Em todos olhos que olhei não o vi...&lt;br /&gt;Em cada boca que beijei, em cada corpo que toquei, não o senti.&lt;br /&gt;Já o confundi em alguns olhos, mas me enganei...&lt;br /&gt;E já o deixei escapar por entre os dedos porque não o reconheci.&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero uma trégua. Não o procuro mais e ele não vai precisar fugir de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim, um dia por acaso nos esbarramos por ai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-1449625386879320807?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1449625386879320807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=1449625386879320807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1449625386879320807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/1449625386879320807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/08/cansei-de-procurar-o-amor.html' title='CANSEI DE PROCURAR O AMOR...'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531027842684543860.post-5824488957967148737</id><published>2008-07-31T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:47:43.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEJA VOCÊ MESMO,SEMPRE!</title><content type='html'>Porque será que é tão difïcil conseguir nossos objetivos sendo nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre temos que camuflar alguma vontade, algum desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre temos que abrir mão de alguma parte de nossa personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes deixar de sorrir quando se tem vontade de dar gargalhadas,outras vezes sorrir quando a vontade é de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;E quando temos que ser simpáticos com aquela pessoa que se quer gostaríamos de dividir o mesmo ar?&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu pergunto: será que o que queremos nesse momento é mais valioso que uma gargalhada espontânea? Ou de um choro no momento exato da dor? Será que esse nosso objetivo é mais valioso que nosso bem estar?&lt;br /&gt;Não! Eu garanto que não!&lt;br /&gt;Se tivemos que abrir mão de tanta coisa, do que servirá esse tão batalhado objetivo então?&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai recompensar uma noite mal dormida, ou um dia mal vivido!&lt;br /&gt;O relógio nunca vai andar para trás, o que se perdeu, já era!&lt;br /&gt;Aquele raio de sol não vai voltar a brilhar em nosso cabelo, aquele pássaro não vai cantar aquela canção,naquela mesma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sorriso que deixamos de dar se perdeu...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez uma outra pessoa o tivesse visto, então tudo teria sido diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Não da pra viver pensando no que teria acontecido se...&lt;br /&gt;Nada vale ficar vivendo sob a possibilidade da felicidade eterna.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não vem embrulhada em papel de presente com um lindo cartão, pode ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Ela esta por aí. Um dia de repente damos de topo com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que ser tudo muito espontâneo.Nada de falsos sorrisos, ou lágrimas represadas.&lt;br /&gt;Temos que estar sempre de coração aberto, sem representação, sem falsas ideologias, falsas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia damos de topo com ela...&lt;br /&gt;E se nesse dia estivermos mascarados,representando,em busca de um objetivo qualquer?&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra correr o risco, temos que ser sempre nós mesmos e nunca esquecer que a FELICIDADE é o nosso objetivo maior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531027842684543860-5824488957967148737?l=blogdasonynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/feeds/5824488957967148737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531027842684543860&amp;postID=5824488957967148737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5824488957967148737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531027842684543860/posts/default/5824488957967148737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasonynha.blogspot.com/2008/07/seja-voc6e-mesmosempre.html' title='SEJA VOCÊ MESMO,SEMPRE!'/><author><name>sonynhamorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693529310546358053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwoD5NI1Bzc/TjTbm-3cyPI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gw8ncxunZmU/s220/sonynha%2B098.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
