<?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-1880392498556662306</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:24:38.416-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário Não Oficial</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>445</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1177246670243838005</id><published>2012-02-04T13:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:24:38.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplificando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeLeV-UDQcg/Ty1T2i10AFI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/sWmQvMwPnd0/s1600/barco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeLeV-UDQcg/Ty1T2i10AFI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/sWmQvMwPnd0/s400/barco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou tentando simplificar minha&amp;nbsp;vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Descubri que muitas&amp;nbsp;coisas e hábitos&amp;nbsp;não são mais necessários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, conforme vai ficando mais leve, de casa, de corpo, de rotina, de espírito, mais me pergunto o por quê de ter escolhido complicar por tanto tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O caminho da simplificação é um caminho sem volta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1177246670243838005?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1177246670243838005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplificando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1177246670243838005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1177246670243838005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplificando.html' title='Simplificando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeLeV-UDQcg/Ty1T2i10AFI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/sWmQvMwPnd0/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4544798858946123647</id><published>2012-01-27T15:58:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:08:36.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão antigas as questões que me tiram do prumo: o medo da morte (não a minha mas dos meus queridos),&amp;nbsp;do abandono, da perda, do desencontro, da solidão, do desejo de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Como tenho pensado nisso ultimamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4544798858946123647?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4544798858946123647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4544798858946123647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4544798858946123647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-pensamentos.html' title='Dos pensamentos'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-909670883537681901</id><published>2012-01-16T23:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:46:30.081-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No meu lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entender-me é muito simples. É muito fácil...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É só colocar-se no meu lugar, ver com meus olhos, sentir com as minhas mãos, caminhar com as minhas pernas, amar com o meu coração, sofrer como eu sofri e lembrar-se dos detalhes importantes que eu nunca mencionei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-909670883537681901?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/909670883537681901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-meu-lugar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/909670883537681901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/909670883537681901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-meu-lugar.html' title='No meu lugar'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6842625282813885418</id><published>2012-01-12T22:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:07:26.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Você vive tão distante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito além do que eu posso ter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu que sempre fui  tão inconstante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te juro, meu amor, agora é prá valer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;|Roberto Carlos|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6842625282813885418?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6842625282813885418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/olha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6842625282813885418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6842625282813885418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/olha.html' title='Olha...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2579064911143653920</id><published>2012-01-07T00:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:50:31.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos em que precisamos nos retirar feito as águias, renovar a face da  alma, a alegria dos olhos e só então regressar num vôo de paz e esperança... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Palavrinha mágica... esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2579064911143653920?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2579064911143653920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-que-preciso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2579064911143653920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2579064911143653920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-que-preciso.html' title='Do que preciso...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1567162798037827737</id><published>2011-12-22T19:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:48:37.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das chegadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você soubesse como gosto de suas "cheganças", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;você chegaria correndo todo santo dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;|Chico Buarque|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Surpresa no meio da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, quase que&amp;nbsp;um bate-volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1567162798037827737?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1567162798037827737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-chegadas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1567162798037827737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1567162798037827737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-chegadas.html' title='Das chegadas'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2399632764131482298</id><published>2011-12-14T20:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:54:20.617-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das crenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Creio muito em você, tanto quanto às vezes em mim mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De repente, descreio  violentamente: tenho medo de falharmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;|Clarice Lispector|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Voltando ao blog... tava com saudade daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2399632764131482298?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2399632764131482298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-crencas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2399632764131482298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2399632764131482298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-crencas.html' title='Das crenças'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3072521366720824805</id><published>2011-09-23T02:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:56:00.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Compreendi que não existe vida se não houver a chance real de fracassar, que o fracasso é como a demissão e a fossa – inevitável para fins de enobrecimento de caráter –, que o caminho para nossa própria verdade passa obrigatoriamente pela dor, que vencer é delicioso mas perder é fundamental, e que reside justamente nessas experiências a beleza de toda a jornada humana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fim de semana chegando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa boa, meu Deus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-3072521366720824805?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2913110520176020110</id><published>2011-09-11T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:40:08.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida é tão amorosamente surpreendente que, às vezes, no auge da nossa tristeza, ela aparece com um presente que faz diminuir o tamanhão todo da  nossa dor.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não cura, mas a gente lembra que a oportunidade de viver é  algo bem maior, bem mais precioso, bem mais bonito, enquanto o desembrulha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tenho recebido esse presente em doses homeopáticas... um pouquinho a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Assim, vou desembrulhando bem devagarzinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Domingo linnndo na Ilha da Magia:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-2913110520176020110?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2913110520176020110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/09/presente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2913110520176020110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2913110520176020110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/09/presente.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5163292760788321964</id><published>2011-09-05T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:59:07.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como a saudade é benéfica ao amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Distantes, os amantes mensuram o tamanho do  bem-querer. Medida que se descobre nos desconcertos da ausência, no engasgo  constante da recordação, recurso que faz voltar no tempo, engana as horas,  aproxima as peles, diminui as estradas, ancora os navios, pousa os aviões, faz  chegar os ausentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/1880392498556662306-5163292760788321964?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5163292760788321964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5163292760788321964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5163292760788321964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-9046283112175224081</id><published>2011-08-19T18:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:10:31.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYGmcoHJbrg/Tk7QFHQmlQI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vhfNAw-yTzw/s1600/feliz2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYGmcoHJbrg/Tk7QFHQmlQI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vhfNAw-yTzw/s400/feliz2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, sexta feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa boa, meu Deus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-9046283112175224081?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/9046283112175224081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9046283112175224081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9046283112175224081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-ser-feliz.html' title='Pra ser feliz...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYGmcoHJbrg/Tk7QFHQmlQI/AAAAAAAAB2o/vhfNAw-yTzw/s72-c/feliz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3373339354185878957</id><published>2011-08-06T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T12:41:01.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDoQ3EipD6s/Tj6xOkmkWgI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ejosJpOJtyw/s1600/sapatilha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDoQ3EipD6s/Tj6xOkmkWgI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ejosJpOJtyw/s400/sapatilha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas necessidades mudaram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas prioridades são outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Mas meus desejos ainda são os mesmos e as vontades ainda me consomem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado linnndo na Ilha da Magia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3373339354185878957?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3373339354185878957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/08/simplicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3373339354185878957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3373339354185878957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/08/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDoQ3EipD6s/Tj6xOkmkWgI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ejosJpOJtyw/s72-c/sapatilha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4334604737602007663</id><published>2011-07-31T09:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:17:44.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;omposição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;de origem latina, derivada do verbo &lt;em&gt;expectáre&lt;/em&gt;, significa esperar, desejar, ter esperança. Filha da imaginação, &lt;strong&gt;expectativa&lt;/strong&gt; é uma forma de sobreviver ao cotidiano criando realidades ideais de futuro. São da natureza de cronópios, incontroláveis que vivem da poética dos detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posologia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;e modo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;usar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a expectativa oriunda de processos amorosos deve ser utilizada apenas em último caso. Após a execução de todos os procedimentos possíveis e a única coisa que se pode fazer é não poder fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomendações&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;profiláticas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a expectativa deve ser administrada com cautela. Sentimentos desatinados e desajustadas doses podem causar tombos de nuvens ou de prédios com mais de 3 andares.&amp;nbsp;É loteria: por vezes esperar, prever, desejar pode causar frustrações e desencantos. Mas quem consegue raciocinar com borboletas no estômago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-4334604737602007663?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4334604737602007663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/expexctativa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4334604737602007663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4334604737602007663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/expexctativa.html' title='Expectativa'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6495402920088593048</id><published>2011-07-30T10:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:27:50.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma noite no meio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A integridade é difícil. Não entenda como integridade a obediência à moral e aos bons costumes, como definiu um amigo equivocado, certa vez, mas a qualidade de ser uma pessoa só em todos os momentos. Quem é íntegro, ou seja, inteiro, paga um preço bem alto; mas sabe que, se alguém escolhe andar ao seu lado, o faz ciente dos dois lados da moeda. E que libertador é poder ser quem se é ao lado de quem se gosta. Só caminha assim quem já sabe que a rejeição virá, de um lado ou de outro, mas sabe também que a apreciação também virá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda bem que sempre tem uma noite no meio dos dias, pra gente respirar, dar e receber segundas chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1880392498556662306-6495402920088593048?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6495402920088593048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/uma-noite-no-meio.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6495402920088593048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6495402920088593048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/uma-noite-no-meio.html' title='Uma noite no meio...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2354615502930310546</id><published>2011-07-29T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:21:12.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8xdO44DJQAQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente emocionante...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2354615502930310546?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2354615502930310546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2354615502930310546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2354615502930310546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8xdO44DJQAQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-9104335391129975163</id><published>2011-07-26T19:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:27:55.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bênçãos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abençoadas sejam as surpresas risonhas do caminho. As belezas que se mostram sem fazer suspense. Os gestos de carinho compartilhados sem esforço. As vezes em que a vida nos tira pra dançar sem nos dar tempo de recusar o convite. As maravilhas todas da natureza, sempre surpreendentes, à espera da nossa entrega apreciativa. A compreensão que floresce, clara e mansa, quando os olhos que vêm são da bondade. Abençoados sejam os presentes fáceis de serem abertos. Os encantos que desnudam o erotismo da alma. Os momentos felizes que passam longe das catracas da expectativa. Os improvisos bons que desmancham o penteado arrumadinho dos roteiros da gente. Os diálogos que acontecem no idioma pátrio do coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abençoada seja a leveza da alma, meu Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia lindo por aqui :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-9104335391129975163?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/9104335391129975163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/bencaos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9104335391129975163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9104335391129975163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/bencaos.html' title='Bênçãos...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2700101985748827701</id><published>2011-07-24T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:23:13.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É pra ser assim mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é pra ser difícil mesmo. É pra ser uma caminhada e requer uma sorte dos diabos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tem chegada. Fracassar também faz parte. Recomeçar, mais ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho – e vou até o fim achando – que o encontro de dois seres é um milagre desses mais geniais. Desses que, desbotados, merecem todo um corpo técnico de restauradores. Um casal feliz é um teto sistino e banalizado, uma obra de Michelangelo que a gente nem repara mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E por isso mesmo, se o encontro de dois seres é um milagre, a manutenção, a sobrevivência desse encontro, na forma de um casamento, de um namoro, de qualquer coisa que dure, é um milagre vezes dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pensamentos de um domingo frio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2700101985748827701?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2700101985748827701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-pra-ser-assim-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2700101985748827701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2700101985748827701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-pra-ser-assim-mesmo.html' title='É pra ser assim mesmo...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8402774555026255151</id><published>2011-07-21T17:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:54:37.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim ou não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79IWQQu2fQo/TiiRo5ifznI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/DAD2JC0tLGo/s1600/DSC02031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79IWQQu2fQo/TiiRo5ifznI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/DAD2JC0tLGo/s400/DSC02031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor vai até onde a gente aguenta. Até onde o nosso SIM resiste e permite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Hoje eu&amp;nbsp;NÃO aceito muitas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Digo não no trabalho, na família, na amizade, no amor. E não sou mais ou menos legal por isso. E não amo mais ou menos por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A gente tem que estar bem certo daquilo que quer ou não quer. Do que faz bem ou não faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Antes, eu preferia ver o outro bem do que ficar bem. Agora, quero pensar nas coisas que realmente me fazem bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sou mais feliz assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-8402774555026255151?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8402774555026255151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/sim-ou-nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8402774555026255151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8402774555026255151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/sim-ou-nao.html' title='Sim ou não...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79IWQQu2fQo/TiiRo5ifznI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/DAD2JC0tLGo/s72-c/DSC02031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8891827140154105985</id><published>2011-07-17T07:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:54:33.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se o tal "amor" é impontual e imprevisível que se dane!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não adianta: as  pessoas são impacientes! São e sempre vão ser! Tem gente que diz que  não é...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Eu não sou ansioso, as coisas acontecem quando tem que  acontecer."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mentira! Por dentro todo ser humano é igual: impaciente,  sonhador, iludido... Jura de pé junto que não, mas vive sempre em busca  da famosa cara metade! Pode dar o nome que quiser: amor, alma gêmea, par  perfeito, a outra metade da laranja. No fim dá tudo no mesmo. Pode  soar brega, cafona... Mas é a realidade. Aliás, o assunto "amor" é  sempre cafonérrimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acredito que o status de cafona surgiu porque a  grande maioria das pessoas nunca teve a oportunidade de viver um grande  amor. Poucas pessoas experimentaram nesta vida a sensação de sonhar  acordada, de dormir do lado do telefone, de ter os olhos brilhando, de  desfilar com aquele sorriso de borboleta azul estampado no rosto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8891827140154105985?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8891827140154105985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8891827140154105985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8891827140154105985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-o-amor.html' title='Ah, o amor...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-981398294467209196</id><published>2011-07-14T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:33:17.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; AME por empréstimo.&lt;br /&gt;Ame devendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ame falindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não crie  ARREPENDIMENTOS por aquilo que não foi feito.&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos mais&amp;nbsp;REAIS em nossas  DORES.&lt;br /&gt;Dê chance para a imperfeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;INSISTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Insisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-981398294467209196?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/981398294467209196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/insista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/981398294467209196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/981398294467209196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/insista.html' title='Insista'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3445117960505668780</id><published>2011-07-11T09:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:07:23.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sou uma princesa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Achei que elas não existissem, mas EXISTEM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deseja ser&amp;nbsp;SALVA por um grande amor, sem saber que não há salvamento possível. Traz no peito a semente da SUBMISSÃO, embrulhada em papel cor-de-rosa com o nome de DEDICAÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O doce sorriso esconde o&amp;nbsp;MEDO de crescer. De ser uma mulher. De abrir-se para a vida e descobrir a dor de ser RESPONSÁVEL por si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acha mais fácil estar&amp;nbsp;PRESA em uma torre. Comer a maçã ENVENENADA. Ser feita de&amp;nbsp;ESCRAVA pela madrasta. Conviver com uma fera.&amp;nbsp;ABANDONAR a imensidão do mar. DORMIR por cem anos. Esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, todos&amp;nbsp;curvam-se às princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas são as&amp;nbsp;PLEBEIAS que mudam o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3445117960505668780?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3445117960505668780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-sou-uma-princesa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3445117960505668780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3445117960505668780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-sou-uma-princesa.html' title='Não sou uma princesa!'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3383956592482741922</id><published>2011-07-09T17:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:03:53.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No alvo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qF5y3K_Aw/Thi94aiWRtI/AAAAAAAAB1k/E7xjjfwWN1c/s1600/cupido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qF5y3K_Aw/Thi94aiWRtI/AAAAAAAAB1k/E7xjjfwWN1c/s400/cupido.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho bom, seu cupido, &lt;br /&gt;o senhor tratar de acertar a&amp;nbsp;FLECHA desta  vez.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ainda há ESPERANÇA, enquanto eu ainda acredito,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto  ainda há em mim um restinho de alguma&amp;nbsp;VONTADE de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&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/1880392498556662306-3383956592482741922?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3383956592482741922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-alvo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3383956592482741922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3383956592482741922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-alvo.html' title='No alvo...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qF5y3K_Aw/Thi94aiWRtI/AAAAAAAAB1k/E7xjjfwWN1c/s72-c/cupido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6211192591454355780</id><published>2011-07-07T19:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:20:29.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrevo porque encontro nisso um&amp;nbsp;PRAZER que não consigo traduzir. Não sou  pretensiosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrevo para mim, para que eu sinta a minha alma&amp;nbsp;FALANDO e&amp;nbsp; CANTANDO, às vezes chorando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrevo sem&amp;nbsp;ESPERANÇA de que o que eu  escrevo altere qualquer coisa. Não altera em NADA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque no fundo não  estou querendo alterar alguma&amp;nbsp;coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou só querendo DESABROCHAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De um modo ou  de outro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6211192591454355780?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6211192591454355780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/explicando.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6211192591454355780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6211192591454355780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/explicando.html' title='Explicando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1567386433387629486</id><published>2011-07-03T09:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:01:46.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu filho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAJIOuEdvAY/ThBZmZ-Y-GI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pmIPtlYGW5c/s1600/DSC01206+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAJIOuEdvAY/ThBZmZ-Y-GI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pmIPtlYGW5c/s400/DSC01206+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te amei no segundo em que ouvi os batimentos do teu coração. Te amei mesmo antes de nasceres. &lt;br /&gt;Quando vi tua carinha fiquei ainda mais apaixonada. Só tinhas um&amp;nbsp;minuto de vida e já sabia que morreria por ti, e hoje ainda penso assim. &lt;br /&gt;Compreendi que quando escolhemos ter filhos, tomamos a decisão consciente de permitir que o nosso coração possa caminhar fora do nosso corpo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, MEU FILHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1567386433387629486?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1567386433387629486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-o-meu-filho.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1567386433387629486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1567386433387629486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-o-meu-filho.html' title='Para o meu filho...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAJIOuEdvAY/ThBZmZ-Y-GI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pmIPtlYGW5c/s72-c/DSC01206+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-830220212890105038</id><published>2011-07-02T08:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:33:37.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente precisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlX6k-62pDg/Tg8AUNMAm7I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yiDPTMEp5Yc/s1600/0811.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlX6k-62pDg/Tg8AUNMAm7I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yiDPTMEp5Yc/s400/0811.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A gente precisa é de um&amp;nbsp;INSTANTE que cuide bem da gente,&lt;br /&gt;de um  amor que&amp;nbsp;MEREÇA o nosso fôlego,&lt;br /&gt;de um olhar desbocado que não  se desvie por pouco&lt;br /&gt;e diga&amp;nbsp;PRA QUE &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;veio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais chuva e&amp;nbsp;frio, na Ilha da Magia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do jeito que eu gosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-830220212890105038?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/830220212890105038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/gente-precisa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/830220212890105038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/830220212890105038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/07/gente-precisa.html' title='A gente precisa...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlX6k-62pDg/Tg8AUNMAm7I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yiDPTMEp5Yc/s72-c/0811.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3401599316055981446</id><published>2011-06-28T20:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:45:37.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LEMBRAR com amor é&amp;nbsp;OFERECER com o coração, um sorriso que se expande. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É um jeito instantâneo e poderoso de PRECE. É um modo de ABRAÇO, não importa o aparente tamanho da DISTÂNCIA, nem as  enganosas cercas do TEMPO. Lembrar com amor é levar a VIDA, no exato instante da  lembrança, ao&amp;nbsp;LUGAR onde a outra vida está e&amp;nbsp;PLANTAR uma nova muda de&amp;nbsp;TERNURA&amp;nbsp; por lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;E esperar que seja bem recebida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3401599316055981446?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3401599316055981446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/lembranca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3401599316055981446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3401599316055981446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/lembranca.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5698636672625710628</id><published>2011-06-27T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:38:14.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo passa. O fôlego retorna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece milagre, mas as sementes de cura começam  a florescer nos mesmos jardins onde parecia que nenhuma outra flor brotaria. A  alma é sábia: enquanto&amp;nbsp;penso que só existe dor, ela trabalha em silêncio,  para tecer o momento novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com tempo, ele chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5698636672625710628?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5698636672625710628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5698636672625710628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5698636672625710628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-o-tempo.html' title='Só o tempo...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2221949921764690502</id><published>2011-06-26T00:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:32:38.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1sjAl-cygY/TgaoAxZTkmI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Z14BFkCc_kI/s1600/80+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1sjAl-cygY/TgaoAxZTkmI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Z14BFkCc_kI/s400/80+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O momento em que&amp;nbsp;a gente&amp;nbsp;percebe que o outro não  nos quer é mágico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A gente acorda, se sente nova, se sente livre. É claro que não  se afoga um sentimento do dia para a noite. Mas a gente tenta preencher aqueles  espaços com coisas novas: músicas diferentes, bons livros, muito trabalho, escapadas com os amigos e&amp;nbsp;finais de semana longe da cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, tudo serve para animar, renovar&lt;/span&gt;,  encher a casa e a vida, preencher o tempo, costurar e remendar nossas feridas. É  claro que vai doer, é claro que&amp;nbsp;a gente&amp;nbsp;vai sentir, é claro que o sentimento ainda  vai latejar por um tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a gente supera a partir do momento em que decide o  que merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2221949921764690502?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2221949921764690502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/acordando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2221949921764690502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2221949921764690502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/acordando.html' title='Acordando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1sjAl-cygY/TgaoAxZTkmI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Z14BFkCc_kI/s72-c/80+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2364971615275532940</id><published>2011-06-23T15:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:11:26.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Com laços, sem nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PJ7POKtZIw/TgOA5wV-x5I/AAAAAAAAB1A/PBEajgtDIdU/s1600/Rio+62.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PJ7POKtZIw/TgOA5wV-x5I/AAAAAAAAB1A/PBEajgtDIdU/s400/Rio+62.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou criando&amp;nbsp;laços com as pessoas que&amp;nbsp;me fazem bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;me parecem verdadeiras e desfazendo os nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;me prendem àquelas que foram significativas na&amp;nbsp;minha  vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mas infelizmente, por vontade própria, deixaram de ser...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-2364971615275532940?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2364971615275532940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/com-lacos-sem-nos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2364971615275532940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2364971615275532940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/com-lacos-sem-nos.html' title='Com laços, sem nós...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PJ7POKtZIw/TgOA5wV-x5I/AAAAAAAAB1A/PBEajgtDIdU/s72-c/Rio+62.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1230949338899831031</id><published>2011-06-19T23:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:48:14.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso RECOLHER-SE. O coração não quer OBEDECER, mas em algum momento,  aquieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;ANSIEDADE tem pés ligeiros, mas alguma vez resolve sentar-se à beira  dessas águas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficamos sem falar, sem pensar, sem agir. É um começo de sabedoria,  e DÓI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dói&amp;nbsp;CONTROLAR o pensamento, dói&amp;nbsp;ABAFAR o sentimento, além de ser doloroso  parece POBRE,&amp;nbsp;TRISTE e sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não queremos escutar essa&amp;nbsp;LIÇÃO de  vida,&amp;nbsp;AMADURECER parece algo sombrio, definitivo e ASSUSTADOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1230949338899831031?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1230949338899831031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/momento.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1230949338899831031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1230949338899831031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-9092688017676598330</id><published>2011-06-16T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:23:04.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descalça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbTBxFbdPw/Tfq4tGsbX1I/AAAAAAAAB08/dNgM2k2eq8o/s1600/DSC_8369a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbTBxFbdPw/Tfq4tGsbX1I/AAAAAAAAB08/dNgM2k2eq8o/s400/DSC_8369a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;INSISTIR naquilo que já não existe, é como calçar um sapato que não te cabe mais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MACHUCA, causa bolhas,&amp;nbsp;fica em&amp;nbsp;carne viva e SANGRA. Então, melhor ficar descalça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixar&amp;nbsp;LIVRE o coração, enquanto VIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixar livre os pés, enquanto CRESCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque quando a gente cresce, o número muda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;br /&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/1880392498556662306-9092688017676598330?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/9092688017676598330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/descalca.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9092688017676598330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9092688017676598330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/descalca.html' title='Descalça'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIbTBxFbdPw/Tfq4tGsbX1I/AAAAAAAAB08/dNgM2k2eq8o/s72-c/DSC_8369a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1667264569235712814</id><published>2011-06-15T19:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:04:14.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FCd5tqnYBU8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quarta feira das amigas...&lt;br /&gt;Coisa boa meu Deus:)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1667264569235712814?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1667264569235712814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-embalou-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1667264569235712814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1667264569235712814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-embalou-o-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FCd5tqnYBU8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-7168281739191957679</id><published>2011-06-13T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:58:42.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No que acredito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upp_whK7jW8/TfZdO4_JJzI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/EXS-gsh-II8/s1600/DSC_8492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upp_whK7jW8/TfZdO4_JJzI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/EXS-gsh-II8/s400/DSC_8492.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não acredito na existência de botões, alavancas, recursos afins, que façam as  dores mais abissais desaparecerem, nos tempos mais devastadores, por pura  mágica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só acredito na fé, na vontade essencial de transformação, no gesto  aliado à vontade, e especialmente, no amor que recebemos, nas temporadas  difíceis, de quem não desiste da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-7168281739191957679?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/7168281739191957679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-que-acredito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7168281739191957679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7168281739191957679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-que-acredito.html' title='No que acredito...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upp_whK7jW8/TfZdO4_JJzI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/EXS-gsh-II8/s72-c/DSC_8492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-9114129035176171397</id><published>2011-06-09T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:55:25.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hjnorccj-A/TfFBCIdxG9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/-CrzynNw40g/s1600/DSC02045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hjnorccj-A/TfFBCIdxG9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/-CrzynNw40g/s400/DSC02045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Só há quatro perguntas de valor na vida:&lt;br /&gt;O que  é sagrado?&lt;br /&gt;Do que é feito o espírito?&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que vale a pena viver?&lt;br /&gt;E  pelo que vale a pena morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A resposta para todas é a mesma:&lt;br /&gt;Somente o  amor!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do filme: Don Juan DeMarco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcjpwlaTY9g/TSDnTZTGRGI/AAAAAAAADiU/RW3JqObO06I/s1600/Forrest-Gump-O-Contador-De-Historias.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-9114129035176171397?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/9114129035176171397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/resposta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9114129035176171397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/9114129035176171397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/resposta.html' title='A resposta'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hjnorccj-A/TfFBCIdxG9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/-CrzynNw40g/s72-c/DSC02045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4144972313400072559</id><published>2011-06-06T21:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:05:39.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Das entregas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Não sei se me entrego do jeito certo. Mas existe uma forma certa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Nas relações, cada um tem seu jeito. A gente aceita se quiser. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Tenho pensado algumas coisas, não sei se boas, só o futuro vai dizer. Aproveitando as mudanças internas que&amp;nbsp;borbulham.&amp;nbsp;Nada de&amp;nbsp;me anular e colocar o outro em primeiro lugar. Tem gente que não sabe se entregar. E talvez nem entenda a minha forma de entrega (ou não gosta, ou não merece...). Ao invés de tentar explicar é melhor mudar tudo de vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Rasgar planos, apagar projetos, soltar os ombros, respirar fundo e começar do zero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Sem esperar nada. Sem expectativas, sem historinha bonitinha, sem diminutivos, sem intensidades, sem nada! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Apenas com coragem e um pouco de egoísmo para minha companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azar de&amp;nbsp;quem chegar depois disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4144972313400072559?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4144972313400072559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/das-entregas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4144972313400072559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4144972313400072559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/das-entregas.html' title='Das entregas...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3365176905486852248</id><published>2011-06-05T08:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T08:49:20.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Comecei a entender que&amp;nbsp;o que revela a nossa&amp;nbsp;FORÇA não é sermos imbatíveis, incansáveis, invulneráveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a&amp;nbsp;CORAGEM de avançar, ainda que com medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a vontade de VIVER, mesmo que já tenhamos morrido um pouco ou muito, aqui e ali pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a intenção de não&amp;nbsp;DESISTIRMOS de nós mesmos, por maior que às vezes seja a tentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;São os gestos de&amp;nbsp;GENTILEZA e&amp;nbsp;TERNURA que somente os&amp;nbsp;FORTES conseguem ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia linnndo&amp;nbsp;por aqui&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/1880392498556662306-3365176905486852248?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3365176905486852248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/outras-coisas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3365176905486852248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3365176905486852248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/outras-coisas.html' title='Outras coisas'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8829471372923183819</id><published>2011-06-03T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:03:17.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u09o20FrQnk/TelZLM7q_lI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RFjZwKoLnW0/s1600/beiramar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u09o20FrQnk/TelZLM7q_lI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RFjZwKoLnW0/s400/beiramar.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aprendido que certas&amp;nbsp;EXPERIÊNCIAS&amp;nbsp;se partilham até mesmo sem PALAVRAS, só com gente da mesma RAÇA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que não significa cor de PELE, nem formato de OLHO, nem tipo de CABELO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o indefinível parentesco de ALMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa que&amp;nbsp;POUCOS sabem o que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1880392498556662306-8829471372923183819?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8829471372923183819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8829471372923183819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8829471372923183819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao.html' title='Lição'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u09o20FrQnk/TelZLM7q_lI/AAAAAAAAB0A/RFjZwKoLnW0/s72-c/beiramar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4573737228063623987</id><published>2011-06-01T03:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:56:30.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que resta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No meio do caminho, entre acontecimentos, atalhos e fuga, percebo que é preciso abrir uma brecha para o que é frágil&amp;nbsp;se instalar. E que chorar alivia a alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais do que isso: abrindo a janela para fragilidade é que descubro o quanto de força ainda me resta para seguir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-4573737228063623987?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4573737228063623987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-resta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4573737228063623987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4573737228063623987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-resta.html' title='O que resta...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1538627755045123830</id><published>2011-05-25T23:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:42:28.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4BMe6MEwIo/Td29DoOE0lI/AAAAAAAABz4/cUd68ujPrC0/s400/DSC_0031_2.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma mulher não perdoa uma única coisa ao homem: que ele não ame com coragem. Pode ter os maiores defeitos, atrasar-se para os compromissos… Qualquer coisa é admitida, menos que não ame com coragem. Amar com coragem não é viver com coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amar com coragem não é questão de estilo, de opinião. Amar com coragem é caráter. Vem de uma incompetência de ser diferente. Amar para valer, para dar torcicolo. Não encontrar uma desculpa ou um pretexto para se adaptar. Não usar atenuantes como: estou confuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amar com fúria, com o recalque de não ter sido assim antes. Amar decidido, obcecado, como quem troca de identidade e parte a um longo exílio. Amar como quem volta de um longo exílio. Amar quase que por bebedeira. Amar desavisado. Amar desatinado, pressionando, a amar mais do que é possível lembrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amar com coragem, só isso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Será que é tão difícil assim?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1538627755045123830?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1538627755045123830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/coragem.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1538627755045123830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1538627755045123830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/coragem.html' title='Coragem'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4BMe6MEwIo/Td29DoOE0lI/AAAAAAAABz4/cUd68ujPrC0/s72-c/DSC_0031_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-96420520410505248</id><published>2011-05-23T19:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:01:02.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre pensar, aceitar e ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RFT5oLkIpU/TdrlB1BKOyI/AAAAAAAABzs/-COBOU1qFK0/s400/Grasi05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de pensar assim: se a gente faz o que manda o CORAÇÃO, lá na frente tudo se explica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, faço a minha parte. Sou&amp;nbsp;FIEL ao que sinto. ACEITO feliz quem eu sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não acho&amp;nbsp;GRAÇA em quem não acha graça. Acho chato quem não se CONTRADIZ. Às vezes desejo mal... sou HUMANA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou&amp;nbsp;QUASE normal. Não ligo se gostarem de mim em PARTES. Mas desejo que eu me aceite por INTEIRO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou perfeita, não sou previsível. Sou uma louca BOA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Admiro grandes QUALIDADES. Mas gosto mesmo dos pequenos DEFEITOS. São eles que nos fazem GRANDES. Que nos fazem FORTES. Que nos fazem ESPECIAIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho bonito quem tem orgulho de ser GENTE. Porque não é nada fácil, eu sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso continuo PRINCESA, continuo GUERREIRA, continuo na LUA, continuo na LUTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No meio do&amp;nbsp;CAOS que anda o mundo, ACEITAR É SER FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-96420520410505248?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/96420520410505248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-pensar-aceitar-e-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/96420520410505248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/96420520410505248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-pensar-aceitar-e-ser-feliz.html' title='Sobre pensar, aceitar e ser feliz'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RFT5oLkIpU/TdrlB1BKOyI/AAAAAAAABzs/-COBOU1qFK0/s72-c/Grasi05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4779897209492899362</id><published>2011-05-21T11:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:17:05.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desnecessária</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OHz3Kc4-hk/TdfIp6pBBUI/AAAAAAAABzg/BP5Fl6TJYM0/s400/DSC01817.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"A boa mãe é aquela que vai se tornando desnecessária com o passar do tempo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Li isso, e fiquei aqui pensando... Há algum tempo, venho tentando reprimir de vez o impulso natural materno de querer colocar a cria debaixo da asa, protegida de todos os erros, tristezas e perigos. Uma batalha interna, confesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito... se eu fiz o trabalho direito, tenho que me tornar desnecessária... Não deixar que o amor incondicional de mãe, que sempre existirá, provoque vício e dependência no meu filho, como uma droga, a ponto de ele não conseguir ser autônomo, confiante e independente. Sei que está pronto para traçar seu rumo, fazer suas escolhas, superar as frustações e cometer os próprios erros também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em “momentos chaves” da vida, vamos cortando e refazendo o cordão umbilical... Sei que, o que ele precisa é ter certeza de que estarei sempre aqui, firme, concordando ou não... no sucesso ou no fracasso, com o peito aberto para o aconchego, o abraço apertado, o conforto nas horas difíceis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse tem sido meu maior desafio e por consequência, minha maior missão. Ao aprender a ser ‘desnecessária’, me transformo em porto seguro para quando ele decidir atracar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-4779897209492899362?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4779897209492899362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/desnecessaria.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4779897209492899362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4779897209492899362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/desnecessaria.html' title='Desnecessária'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OHz3Kc4-hk/TdfIp6pBBUI/AAAAAAAABzg/BP5Fl6TJYM0/s72-c/DSC01817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2840082521536328242</id><published>2011-05-17T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:41:15.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MusSJ45-qY/TdL27bbthmI/AAAAAAAABy0/9HaAB4hK9s8/s400/1207923725_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ando com&amp;nbsp;PREGUIÇA de interpretar o mundo, de ENTENDER as pessoas, de procurar os sete erros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gostaria de ter todas as&amp;nbsp;RESPOSTAS na última página. Ter um&amp;nbsp;MANUAL de atitudes sensatas, ter o&amp;nbsp;PENSAMENTO voltado pra Meca. Queria que houvesse um serviço de tele-soluções entregues em domicílio, em menos de meia hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que&amp;nbsp;GORJETA boa eu daria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de um "longo e tenebroso inverno"... estou de volta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saudades daqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2840082521536328242?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2840082521536328242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/voltando.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2840082521536328242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2840082521536328242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/05/voltando.html' title='Voltando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MusSJ45-qY/TdL27bbthmI/AAAAAAAABy0/9HaAB4hK9s8/s72-c/1207923725_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6579188720297052708</id><published>2011-03-09T12:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:46:05.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7BMUBymTAog/TXegD8eceqI/AAAAAAAAByk/HMr-fhgZPIM/s400/DSC_7800-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Talvez a felicidade seja mesmo, no fim do dia, ter alguém que nos distraia e que nos faça rir..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Quarta feira com cara de segunda :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6579188720297052708?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6579188720297052708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/03/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6579188720297052708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6579188720297052708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/03/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7BMUBymTAog/TXegD8eceqI/AAAAAAAAByk/HMr-fhgZPIM/s72-c/DSC_7800-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8666562859220690099</id><published>2011-02-25T20:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:45:24.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" l6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NiQ8LofcB0/TWg4fa8LhBI/AAAAAAAAByg/E-dkgWBm1zU/s400/2304128.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, eu não busco um príncipe ENCANTADO, mesmo que seu cavalo tenha 600 cilidrandas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sou uma princesa presa na torre esperando que me salvem no meio da noite do dragão malvado...&lt;br /&gt;Ele não é imaginário,&amp;nbsp;EXISTE dentro de mim, logo: me acompanha onde eu for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero ninguém que necessite de&amp;nbsp;JURAS ETERNAS de amor e que construa planos baseados no “para sempre”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não acredito no para SEMPRE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Nunca mais vou fazer isso, nunca mais vou fazer aquilo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai... nós sabemos que vai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não espero o&amp;nbsp;FINAL FELIZ&amp;nbsp;no fim do filme. Não sou um filme e posso não estar feliz no final, ou nunca chegar a ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me faça juras eternas, nem peça SEGURANÇA. Sou uma TORMENTA&amp;nbsp;no meio da sua calmaria, e é assim que gosto de ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, se pretende chegar mais perto, muna-se de&amp;nbsp;CORAGEM e GALOCHAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Posso&amp;nbsp;INUNDAR sua vida com águas tempestuosas e&amp;nbsp;ILUMINÁ-LA com trovões barulhentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só&amp;nbsp;um alerta: você&amp;nbsp;pode&amp;nbsp;GOSTAR disso...&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, sexta feira :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8666562859220690099?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8666562859220690099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/aviso.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8666562859220690099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8666562859220690099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/aviso.html' title='Aviso...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NiQ8LofcB0/TWg4fa8LhBI/AAAAAAAAByg/E-dkgWBm1zU/s72-c/2304128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2695699961557102744</id><published>2011-02-20T16:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:54:33.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada um na sua</title><content type='html'>Se as pessoas são como&amp;nbsp;MÚSICAS, eu sou um&amp;nbsp;ROCK progressivo. &lt;br /&gt;Longo, COMPLEXO, cheio de acordes invertidos... &lt;br /&gt;Que pouca gente&amp;nbsp;GOSTA e menos gente ainda sabe TOCAR.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo linnndo por aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2695699961557102744?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2695699961557102744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/cada-um-na-sua.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2695699961557102744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2695699961557102744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/cada-um-na-sua.html' title='Cada um na sua'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-7155313844894552613</id><published>2011-02-15T20:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:48:50.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim mesmo!</title><content type='html'>Fui abençoada com um coração meiguíssimo, em contrapartida um pavio bem&amp;nbsp;curto. &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exatamente igual a um vidro: se me jogar no chão, eu quebro... mas se me pisar, eu te corto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-7155313844894552613?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/7155313844894552613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/assim-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7155313844894552613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7155313844894552613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/assim-mesmo.html' title='Assim mesmo!'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8724825068832144184</id><published>2011-02-12T08:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:38:03.448-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Campo dos sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTFMDNQomSo/TVZhmzxiPWI/AAAAAAAAByc/l8eHRXOfgiI/s400/DSC_2318.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chega uma hora em que o quebra-cabeças cósmico se encaixa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o universo se abre por alguns segundos &lt;br /&gt;para mostrar o que é possível...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8724825068832144184?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8724825068832144184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/campo-dos-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8724825068832144184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8724825068832144184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/02/campo-dos-sonhos.html' title='Campo dos sonhos...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTFMDNQomSo/TVZhmzxiPWI/AAAAAAAAByc/l8eHRXOfgiI/s72-c/DSC_2318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4376267364888800391</id><published>2011-01-30T09:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:04:21.008-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo bom</title><content type='html'>Pra ficar feliz: &lt;br /&gt;sonho com dias ensolarados,&lt;br /&gt;invento constelações no meio do dia,&lt;br /&gt;polvilho o céu com purpurina,&lt;br /&gt;crio pequenas surpresas ao longo do dia,&lt;br /&gt;converso com minhas orquídeas,&lt;br /&gt;moro no colo do filho,&lt;br /&gt;transporto-me para lugares coloridos,&lt;br /&gt;conjugo o verbo "sempreamar"...&lt;br /&gt;Porque tempo ruim é só na meteorologia.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro é sempre sol e se chove, é de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4376267364888800391?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4376267364888800391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo-bom.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4376267364888800391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4376267364888800391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo-bom.html' title='Tempo bom'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4082306505128157737</id><published>2011-01-22T12:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:07:55.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UFSC/2011 - PSICOLOGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TTrkJhJoApI/AAAAAAAABxI/jOmbxgUC1Ow/s400/1295526215191_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Artur... calouro na UFSC/2011.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um motivo de orgulho pra toda família :)&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, meu filho!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4082306505128157737?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4082306505128157737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/ufsc2011-psicologia.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4082306505128157737'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Coisa boa...</title><content type='html'>Bom mesmo é&amp;nbsp;um carinho de repente, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fazer&amp;nbsp;bagunça bem no centro do tédio da gente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É arriscar um suspiro em noite enluarada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É sorrir por dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom mesmo é estar perto de quem&amp;nbsp;gosta de estar com a gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É poder escolher a dedo quem entra pela porta da frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom mesmo é&amp;nbsp;dar risada&amp;nbsp;a tarde inteira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É soltar as amarras que prendiam&amp;nbsp;meus pés no passado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É acolher com as mãos e sorrisos alguém especial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fazer brotar uma flor num canteiro vazio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;ser conquistado&amp;nbsp;no caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fazer crescer a esperança e manter o coração tranquilo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom mesmo é andar junto, sem pressa de chegar. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei... mais serena do que nunca!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-822746060127415512?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/822746060127415512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/coisa-boa.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/822746060127415512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/822746060127415512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/coisa-boa.html' title='Coisa boa...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-700466002036947605</id><published>2011-01-07T18:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:22:30.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há mais nada que se possa fazer, certas escolhas não tem volta...&amp;nbsp;E o tempo se encarrega de levar o que poderia ter sobrado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sendo assim... ainda bem que existem outros dias, e outros sonhos, e outros risos e outras coisas... &lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-700466002036947605?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/700466002036947605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/ainda-bem_07.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/700466002036947605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/700466002036947605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/ainda-bem_07.html' title='Ainda bem'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-866819933324813847</id><published>2011-01-05T15:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:35:42.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elucubrações...</title><content type='html'>Constatação:&lt;br /&gt;Querer é verbo indefinido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constatação II:&lt;br /&gt;Sou de chegadas... não de partidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrou, partiu, não tem mais jeito...&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue e a gente segue junto como se estivesse inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-866819933324813847?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/866819933324813847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/elucubracoes.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/866819933324813847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/866819933324813847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/elucubracoes.html' title='Elucubrações...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-498786017809175203</id><published>2011-01-01T22:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:34:57.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu moro onde você passa férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TR_HynGku0I/AAAAAAAABw4/COkz88IrORM/s400/floripa1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Floripa...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bjão aos meus amigos daqui, e um 2011 super iluminado prá todos nós :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-498786017809175203?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/498786017809175203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-moro-onde-voce-passa-ferias.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/498786017809175203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/498786017809175203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-moro-onde-voce-passa-ferias.html' title='Eu moro onde você passa férias...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TR_HynGku0I/AAAAAAAABw4/COkz88IrORM/s72-c/floripa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8724053728248261927</id><published>2010-12-21T17:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:07:44.932-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entendi&amp;nbsp;que há muitas maneiras de PARTIR... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não necessariamente mudando de cidade ou país. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pode-se manter no mesmo lugar, na mesma casa, e ainda assim, estar de partida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E muitas partidas são uma BENÇÃO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizer&amp;nbsp;ADEUS é um ato de humildade,&amp;nbsp;de desprendimento e de CORAGEM. &lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8724053728248261927?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8724053728248261927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-partida.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8724053728248261927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8724053728248261927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-partida.html' title='De partida'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3872543623999108724</id><published>2010-12-16T18:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:41:26.529-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQp48Eg1ykI/AAAAAAAABv4/GN-XD0HFKnY/s400/1207139722_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descobri que meu coração é&amp;nbsp;um LABIRINTO. &lt;br /&gt;Lá,&amp;nbsp;de vez em quando, me perco e não consigo achar a SAÍDA. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3872543623999108724?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQp48Eg1ykI/AAAAAAAABv4/GN-XD0HFKnY/s72-c/1207139722_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2580236957830030601</id><published>2010-12-15T23:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:00:52.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd7ixI-Mihs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd7ixI-Mihs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia_15.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5599086774895246174</id><published>2010-12-14T18:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:06:35.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQfVrHKBAwI/AAAAAAAABvs/yKb9hnJimpU/s1600/DSC01384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQfVrHKBAwI/AAAAAAAABvs/yKb9hnJimpU/s400/DSC01384.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tenho tentado aprender a ser HUMILDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;ENGOLIR os nãos que a vida enfia goela abaixo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lamber o&amp;nbsp;CHÃO dos palácios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A me sentir desprezada-como-um-cão, e tudo bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ACORDAR, escovar os dentes, tomar café e CONTINUAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Créditos de C.&amp;nbsp;F.&amp;nbsp;Abreu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1880392498556662306-5599086774895246174?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5599086774895246174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/vivendo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5599086774895246174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5599086774895246174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/vivendo.html' title='Vivendo...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQfVrHKBAwI/AAAAAAAABvs/yKb9hnJimpU/s72-c/DSC01384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2717732151089898933</id><published>2010-12-11T18:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:19:01.511-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/exWellSEkKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exWellSEkKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DVD "Ao vivo lá em casa", gravado literalmente na laje da casa de Arnaldo Atunes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O som do meu fds :)&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2717732151089898933?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2717732151089898933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2717732151089898933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2717732151089898933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-573217120116483116</id><published>2010-12-09T19:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:37:29.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQFL-eFpJbI/AAAAAAAABvg/XUiVmwZLwow/s400/1087548.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero os melhores ROMANCES, ou prefiro ficar sozinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero as melhores LEMBRANÇAS, ou prefiro não lembrar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou vivo intensamente, ou vou levando essa&amp;nbsp;ROTINA que não incomoda, não interfere, não fere, mas também não é VIDA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou dispensando tudo o que não julgo suficiente para me roubar a SOLIDÃO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou excluindo do meu convívio todos que não parecem&amp;nbsp;PRONTOS para marcar meus dias...&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-573217120116483116?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/573217120116483116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/enfim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/573217120116483116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/573217120116483116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TQFL-eFpJbI/AAAAAAAABvg/XUiVmwZLwow/s72-c/1087548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1111694363183396111</id><published>2010-12-05T08:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:10:09.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPtkZ3FUtSI/AAAAAAAABvc/jHpVn5uBSho/s400/1160873.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há algum tempo caminho por aí sem relógio. &lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é conjugado no INFINITO. &lt;br /&gt;Minhas orações já não são SUBORDINADAS. &lt;br /&gt;E em noites sem sentido, como a de hoje, eu só sei observar. &lt;br /&gt;Viro&amp;nbsp;PLATÉIA de mim mesma. &lt;br /&gt;Vejo várias de mim, e me perco naquela que não sou.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tido&amp;nbsp;PACIÊNCIA com tudo que não consigo resolver no meu coração... &lt;br /&gt;Tento compreender minhas DÚVIDAS, como se fossem quartos trancados ou livros escritos em outro idioma. &lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez me perco.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou em busca de&amp;nbsp;RESPOSTAS que não podem ser dadas, até porque não posso vivê-las. &lt;br /&gt;Continuo então, vivendo... de grandes PERGUNTAS.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1111694363183396111?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1111694363183396111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/duvidas.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1111694363183396111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1111694363183396111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/duvidas.html' title='Dúvidas'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPtkZ3FUtSI/AAAAAAAABvc/jHpVn5uBSho/s72-c/1160873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2318566460020070566</id><published>2010-12-03T22:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:07:50.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei o que ESPERAR... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero TUDO. Quero tudo. E vou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De mãos dadas com o que sinto, nunca soube me ECONOMIZAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai ver, assim eu acabe sendo POSSÍVEL.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2318566460020070566?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2318566460020070566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/sei-la.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2318566460020070566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2318566460020070566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/12/sei-la.html' title='Sei lá...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1295029053904567409</id><published>2010-11-28T09:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:12:58.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutil diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPI3saW9TEI/AAAAAAAABuo/CSlLmiV1K-Q/s400/ir....jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se tens um coração de FERRO, bom proveito! &lt;br /&gt;O meu, fizeram-no de CARNE, e sangra todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1295029053904567409?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1295029053904567409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/sutil-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1295029053904567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1295029053904567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/sutil-diferenca.html' title='Sutil diferença'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPI3saW9TEI/AAAAAAAABuo/CSlLmiV1K-Q/s72-c/ir....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-7277686003524168403</id><published>2010-11-26T19:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:09:56.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Força</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPAhSvOWqhI/AAAAAAAABuc/aa9E-lXTIAw/s400/sol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas pessoas não encaram o fato de que, no lugar certo e na hora certa, elas são capazes de qualquer coisa...&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim sexta feira!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-7277686003524168403?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/7277686003524168403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/forca.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7277686003524168403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7277686003524168403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/forca.html' title='Força'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TPAhSvOWqhI/AAAAAAAABuc/aa9E-lXTIAw/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1227862330889081342</id><published>2010-11-25T07:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:30:21.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TO4wuT-9blI/AAAAAAAABuY/QEbMTjZZmyg/s400/gra1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;a outra metade é um vulcão!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1227862330889081342?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1227862330889081342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/metade.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1227862330889081342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1227862330889081342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/metade.html' title='Metade...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TO4wuT-9blI/AAAAAAAABuY/QEbMTjZZmyg/s72-c/gra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6474933725260429551</id><published>2010-11-22T16:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:01:27.028-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma certeza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TOq7gHBNCHI/AAAAAAAABt8/CN7L48W6wpc/s400/Comer-Rezar-e-Amar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes,&amp;nbsp;PERDER o equilíbrio por amor faz parte de uma vida EQUILIBRADA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trecho do filme &lt;em&gt;"Comer, Rezar e&amp;nbsp;Amar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6474933725260429551?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6474933725260429551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-certeza.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6474933725260429551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6474933725260429551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-certeza.html' title='Uma certeza...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TOq7gHBNCHI/AAAAAAAABt8/CN7L48W6wpc/s72-c/Comer-Rezar-e-Amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4363669071206642323</id><published>2010-11-18T18:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:36:23.225-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TOWNHFD88nI/AAAAAAAABt0/0Ze_d4xKJYk/s400/gra2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;ESPERANÇA me chama e eu salto a bordo como se fosse a primeira VIAGEM... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se não conheço os mapas, escolho o IMPREVISTO: qualquer&amp;nbsp;SINAL é um bom presságio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja como for, eu vou, pois quase sempre ACREDITO: ando de olhos fechados mas&amp;nbsp;NÃO desisto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A dor eventual é o preço da VIDA: passagem, seguro e pedágio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Mais uma semana que voou...&lt;br /&gt;Quase final de semana de novo!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4363669071206642323?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4363669071206642323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/viagem.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4363669071206642323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4363669071206642323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TOWNHFD88nI/AAAAAAAABt0/0Ze_d4xKJYk/s72-c/gra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2266903346965361343</id><published>2010-11-14T10:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:31:08.202-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TN_VtmPbRUI/AAAAAAAABtw/myE2TYWTAH4/s400/mulher-sol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia a gente ACORDA, os livros nos acordam, um anjo nos acorda, e somos AVISADOS: não adianta mais olhar para TRÁS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É ir em&amp;nbsp;FRENTE ou NADA!&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo linnndo na Ilha da Magia :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2266903346965361343?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2266903346965361343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/aviso.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2266903346965361343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2266903346965361343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TN_VtmPbRUI/AAAAAAAABtw/myE2TYWTAH4/s72-c/mulher-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2456282450940840966</id><published>2010-11-13T09:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:12:59.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6swRq_ZXDpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6swRq_ZXDpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dia linnnndo em Floripa!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2456282450940840966?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2456282450940840966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2456282450940840966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2456282450940840966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1362888264694277475</id><published>2010-11-07T09:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:54:50.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se não for HOJE, um dia será. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas coisas, por mais&amp;nbsp;IMPOSSÍVEIS e malucas que pareçam, &lt;br /&gt;a gente sabe, bem no fundo, que foram feitas pra um dia dar CERTO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Caio Fernando Abreu... que sabia tudo e escrevia como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo linnndo na Ilha da Magia :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1362888264694277475?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1362888264694277475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/certeza.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1362888264694277475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1362888264694277475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/certeza.html' title='Certeza'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-51327768810963850</id><published>2010-11-05T19:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:30:44.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só me interesso por soluções que possam ser aplicadas por todos os membros de uma comunidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só me interesso pelo que chamo de felicidades democráticas: aquelas aquisições que não são excludentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me interesso muito pela riqueza, pela beleza e pela ambição que conduzem a resultados extraordinários. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que elas podem fazer bem à vaidade de seus portadores, mas sei também que condenam à infelicidade a grande maioria das pessoas que jamais poderá tê-las. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não valorizo nem respeito sistemas sociais e políticos que pregam e estimulam a busca dessas qualidades raras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me encantam a renúncia exagerada, a erudição extraordinária, assim como a magreza ou a riqueza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei apreciar todas essas propriedades, mas não posso deixar de imaginar a dor que elas provocam no resto das pessoas de uma comunidade em que nem todos são competentes para exercê-las de forma assim radical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Flávio Gikovate, trecho do prefácio de "Dá pra ser feliz… apesar do medo"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, sexta feira.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-51327768810963850?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/51327768810963850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/democracia.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/51327768810963850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/51327768810963850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/democracia.html' title='Democracia'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4125640668993441702</id><published>2010-11-01T13:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:10:42.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TM7XYm-LkNI/AAAAAAAABtY/QxJCy0prrmw/s400/pens.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei a OCUPAR meus dias pensando o que é isso que todo mundo enche a boca para chamar de AMOR, como se fosse algo SIMPLIFICADO: defina em meia dúzia de palavras, é fácil querida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É fácil?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois a querida aqui não entende como uma palavrinha&amp;nbsp;SIMPLES formada apenas por duas vogais e duas consoantes pode absorver um&amp;nbsp;UNIVERSO de sensações CONTRADITÓRIAS, diabólicas, insensatas, incandescentes e INTRADUZÍVEIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que é amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tentei explicar a mim mesma e, por mais que tente, jamais conseguirei atingir a ESSÊNCIA&amp;nbsp;dessa&amp;nbsp;ANARQUIA que dispensa palavras.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;linnnndo na Ilha da Magia...&lt;br /&gt;Segunda com cara de domingo:)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4125640668993441702?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4125640668993441702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensando.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4125640668993441702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4125640668993441702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensando.html' title='Pensando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TM7XYm-LkNI/AAAAAAAABtY/QxJCy0prrmw/s72-c/pens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5903407150394733185</id><published>2010-10-31T10:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:17:02.954-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhendo ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TM1cFSLfVyI/AAAAAAAABtU/ZITtF_4j4R4/s400/3011583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem, por&amp;nbsp;MEDO do terrível, prefere o caminho prudente de fugir do RISCO, já nesse ato estará morto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque o medo lhe terá roubado aquilo que de mais&amp;nbsp;PRECIOSO existe na vida humana: a capacidade de se&amp;nbsp;ARRISCAR para viver o que se AMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Rubem Alves em "Um Mundo num Grão de Areia"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensamento compartilhado também&amp;nbsp;por Lulu Santos, que já disse&amp;nbsp;: "Vamos viver&amp;nbsp;TUDO que há prá viver, vamos nos PERMITIR..."&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo linnnnndo por aqui :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5903407150394733185?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5903407150394733185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/escolhendo-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5903407150394733185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5903407150394733185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/escolhendo-ser-feliz.html' title='Escolhendo ser feliz'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TM1cFSLfVyI/AAAAAAAABtU/ZITtF_4j4R4/s72-c/3011583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-275025920828279947</id><published>2010-10-24T15:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:54:47.237-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_mjQqP02jY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_mjQqP02jY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Releituras surpreendentes de algumas canções, escolhidas entre as mais importantes da carreira de Nara Leão, na voz delicada de Fernanda Takai.&lt;br /&gt;Tô simplesmente apaixonada por este cd.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-275025920828279947?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/275025920828279947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/275025920828279947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/275025920828279947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-que-embala-o-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2085149031515935274</id><published>2010-10-23T00:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:17:23.659-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Riso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TMJCtOqe8eI/AAAAAAAABsk/ouiJrAK0pao/s400/Riso.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Toda vez que eu lembro da gente,&lt;br /&gt;eu lembro da gente rindo!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, chegou o final de semana!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2085149031515935274?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2085149031515935274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/riso.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2085149031515935274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2085149031515935274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/riso.html' title='Riso'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TMJCtOqe8eI/AAAAAAAABsk/ouiJrAK0pao/s72-c/Riso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8158931497516517462</id><published>2010-10-21T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:07:12.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TMCrVqWUTbI/AAAAAAAABsY/DV3sJDGLBlY/s400/1234928.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E quando perguntarem por que está tão DOCE, responde simplesmente com um SORRISO: &lt;br /&gt;"Sou como a fruta: AMADURECI."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8158931497516517462?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8158931497516517462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/resposta.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8158931497516517462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8158931497516517462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/resposta.html' title='Resposta'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TMCrVqWUTbI/AAAAAAAABsY/DV3sJDGLBlY/s72-c/1234928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4180177898356650855</id><published>2010-10-20T16:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:59:49.528-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL9KI_hf5KI/AAAAAAAABsU/EbVmUVxC0Mg/s400/pensando.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;VIDA tem dessas coisas...&amp;nbsp;a capacidade de&amp;nbsp;MUDAR de um segundo para o outro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falo com a mesma certeza que a&amp;nbsp;CHUVA começa e termina e volta e acaba de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como o dia deixa a noite entrar, e a lua em seguida deixa o astro BRILHAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero ter CERTEZA, nem decidir-me por nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida é VOLÚVEL e&amp;nbsp;transforma-se num piscar de olhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero manter-me navegando por águas MANSAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As TURBULÊNCIAS por hora não atraem... não quero sentir o enjôo na boca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejo continuar assim, pelo menos até que eu decida mudar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até meu coração dizer-me qual&amp;nbsp;CAMINHO escolher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acostumei-me com minha prisão LIBERTÁRIA, perdida em meus pensamentos... para depois&amp;nbsp;achar-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho sido&amp;nbsp;MAIS feliz assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia linnnndo, na Ilha da Magia :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4180177898356650855?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4180177898356650855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/pensando.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4180177898356650855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4180177898356650855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/pensando.html' title='Pensando...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL9KI_hf5KI/AAAAAAAABsU/EbVmUVxC0Mg/s72-c/pensando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5397937180167360236</id><published>2010-10-19T18:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:53:27.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL4FHVCKNVI/AAAAAAAABsI/tDlDfBJUG8E/s400/906617.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Só quando a gente&amp;nbsp;DESCANSA a alma, as coisas&amp;nbsp;voltam a acontecer. &lt;br /&gt;E tudo que estava ao nosso redor começa a se ENCAIXAR.&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo os vácuos e os&amp;nbsp;LIMITES fazem sentido. &lt;br /&gt;Eram CAMINHOS.&lt;br /&gt;E todo caminho tende a uma CHEGADA.&lt;br /&gt;E toda chegada tende a um FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;E todo final tende a um COMEÇO...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;NOVO começo...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5397937180167360236?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5397937180167360236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/comeco.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5397937180167360236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5397937180167360236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/comeco.html' title='Começo'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL4FHVCKNVI/AAAAAAAABsI/tDlDfBJUG8E/s72-c/906617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5519716778884073239</id><published>2010-10-16T00:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:28:43.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Benditas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TLkcVUK4UpI/AAAAAAAABr4/AHmzqUS4Ts0/s400/Grasi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BENDITAS coisas que eu não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;LUGARES onde não fui,&lt;br /&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;GOSTOS que não provei,&lt;br /&gt;Meus verdes ainda não MADUROS,&lt;br /&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;ESPAÇOS que ainda procuro,&lt;br /&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;AMORES que eu nunca encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;Benditas coisas que não sejam BENDITAS...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Semana curta e cheia... os três dias mais curtos desse mês!&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo de passar por aqui :(&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, sábado!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5519716778884073239?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5519716778884073239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/benditas.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5519716778884073239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5519716778884073239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/benditas.html' title='Benditas'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TLkcVUK4UpI/AAAAAAAABr4/AHmzqUS4Ts0/s72-c/Grasi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6135966580109179802</id><published>2010-10-09T20:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:10:05.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dando um tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL4lN-utJiI/AAAAAAAABsM/QNVSGlzEdxs/s400/fds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um dia&amp;nbsp;FRIO &lt;br /&gt;Um bom lugar prá ler um LIVRO&lt;br /&gt;E o&amp;nbsp;PENSAMENTO lá em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você não vivo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;Toda&amp;nbsp;FRAGILIDADE incide&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento lá em você&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me DIVIDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Djavan&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Linda música...&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração para&amp;nbsp;meu feriadão&amp;nbsp;longe da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6135966580109179802?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6135966580109179802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/dando-um-tempo.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6135966580109179802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6135966580109179802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/dando-um-tempo.html' title='Dando um tempo'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TL4lN-utJiI/AAAAAAAABsM/QNVSGlzEdxs/s72-c/fds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6358770918743025313</id><published>2010-10-05T21:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:49:01.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKvGU5-5B3I/AAAAAAAABrM/jaaf2bm6VSs/s400/tumblr_kt84fvCHrr1qa2txho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descobri que a vida se resolve sozinha e quando a casa fica em SILÊNCIO, eu adormeço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É o&amp;nbsp;SONO de quem não tem no que pensar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se soubesse a soneira que isto dava, já tinha decidido que a vida se resolve&amp;nbsp;SOZINHA há muito mais tempo. &lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6358770918743025313?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6358770918743025313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/outra-descoberta.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6358770918743025313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6358770918743025313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/outra-descoberta.html' title='Outra descoberta'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKvGU5-5B3I/AAAAAAAABrM/jaaf2bm6VSs/s72-c/tumblr_kt84fvCHrr1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2608599464460149379</id><published>2010-10-03T00:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:37:46.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKffhB4cz-I/AAAAAAAABrI/rVOpCZSGx9I/s400/522922.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Durante a ida, vou trocando os sapatos pra&amp;nbsp;CONFUNDIR a tua busca.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo pegadas&amp;nbsp;FALSAS pra que nunca mais me encontre.&lt;br /&gt;Paro... olho pra trás e não reconheço meus RASTROS.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Na FUGA, me&amp;nbsp;perco de ti e de mim.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2608599464460149379?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2608599464460149379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuga.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2608599464460149379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2608599464460149379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKffhB4cz-I/AAAAAAAABrI/rVOpCZSGx9I/s72-c/522922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-2860687443592586856</id><published>2010-10-01T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:04:17.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKZaALfrfOI/AAAAAAAABrE/qiOI6Hyx2N0/s400/1264053.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SEGUE teu destino, &lt;br /&gt;REGA as tuas plantas,&lt;br /&gt;AMA as tuas rosas.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é a SOMBRA,&lt;br /&gt;de árvores ALHEIAS.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma semana compriiiida...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, sexta feira!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-2860687443592586856?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/2860687443592586856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/vai.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2860687443592586856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/2860687443592586856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/10/vai.html' title='Vai...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TKZaALfrfOI/AAAAAAAABrE/qiOI6Hyx2N0/s72-c/1264053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5656639102046032478</id><published>2010-09-26T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:56:47.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Navegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJ-y_knbaXI/AAAAAAAABq4/3AtSktzFdY8/s400/609919.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carrego coisas pesadas e quase não mais flutuo.&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos, navego sem encontrar portos pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Lugares onde se possa parar.&lt;br /&gt;Descarregar as cargas amontoadas.&lt;br /&gt;Atirar o que é sobra ao chão do cais.&lt;br /&gt;Navego enquanto posso, sem conseguir me livrar da bagagem, das pedras dentro das malas.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a mudança foi com a embarcação e não com o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Navego, sabendo que afundar é questão de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo chuvoso por aqui :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5656639102046032478?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5656639102046032478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/navegando.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5656639102046032478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5656639102046032478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/navegando.html' title='Navegando'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJ-y_knbaXI/AAAAAAAABq4/3AtSktzFdY8/s72-c/609919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4873017113938859215</id><published>2010-09-24T20:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:54:57.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJ05pAnSHoI/AAAAAAAABqk/lN1krxEtSmk/s400/543514.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, um mês ou dois, quem sabe?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias, e sempre resta essa coisa chamada impulso vital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois esse&amp;nbsp;impulso às vezes cruel, porque não permite que nenhuma dor&amp;nbsp;insista por muito tempo, te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar, para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento te surpreenderás pensando algo assim como 'estou contente outra vez'..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Primavera começou estranha por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Sexta feira gelada.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4873017113938859215?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4873017113938859215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-passar-tu-sabes-que-vai-passar.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4873017113938859215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4873017113938859215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-passar-tu-sabes-que-vai-passar.html' title='Vai passar'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJ05pAnSHoI/AAAAAAAABqk/lN1krxEtSmk/s72-c/543514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6013931944014382260</id><published>2010-09-23T00:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T06:08:03.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJqHcoqP5xI/AAAAAAAABqY/MzQrDgAh2cM/s400/3286882.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A primavera chegará, mesmo que ninguém mais saiba seu nome, nem acredite no calendário, nem possua jardim para recebê-la. A inclinação do sol vai marcando outras sombras; e os habitantes da mata, essas criaturas naturais que ainda circulam pelo ar e pelo chão, começam a preparar sua vida para a primavera que chega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algum dia, talvez, os homens terão a primavera que desejarem, no momento que quiserem, independentes deste ritmo, desta ordem, deste movimento do céu. E os pássaros serão outros, com outros cantos e outros hábitos, — e os ouvidos que por acaso os ouvirem não terão nada mais com tudo aquilo que, outrora se entendeu e amou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo isto para brilhar um instante, apenas, para ser lançado ao vento, — por fidelidade à obscura semente, ao que vem, na rotação da eternidade. Saudemos a primavera, dona da vida — e efêmera." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Créditos de Cecília Meireles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim... primavera chegando! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-6013931944014382260?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6013931944014382260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera-chegara-mesmo-que-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6013931944014382260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6013931944014382260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera-chegara-mesmo-que-ninguem.html' title='Chegou!'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJqHcoqP5xI/AAAAAAAABqY/MzQrDgAh2cM/s72-c/3286882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4374958196091172789</id><published>2010-09-21T18:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:44:28.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJklbIAnYOI/AAAAAAAABqI/6dThrsiJoR0/s400/3002618.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;"Somos donos dos nossos atos, mas não somos donos dos nossos sentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Somos culpados pelo que fazemos, mas não somos culpados pelo que sentimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Podemos prometer atos. Não podemos prometer sentimentos. 'Eu sei que vou te amar, por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar...' Lindo e mentiroso. Não se podem prometer sentimentos. Eles não dependem da nossa vontade. Sua existência é efêmera. Como o vôo dos pássaros..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Créditos de Mário Quintana.&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4374958196091172789?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4374958196091172789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4374958196091172789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4374958196091172789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJklbIAnYOI/AAAAAAAABqI/6dThrsiJoR0/s72-c/3002618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4861705982507487680</id><published>2010-09-20T22:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:33:45.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJgA2psRc-I/AAAAAAAABqA/2gQzH-pLGtc/s400/1266538115467_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A vida é apenas uma ponte entre dois nadas e tenho pressa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Minha semana começou complicada...&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva voltou por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4861705982507487680?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4861705982507487680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/apenas.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4861705982507487680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4861705982507487680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/apenas.html' title='Apenas'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJgA2psRc-I/AAAAAAAABqA/2gQzH-pLGtc/s72-c/1266538115467_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-7569089754474598591</id><published>2010-09-19T07:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:46:40.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tombos e vôos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJXostLMSVI/AAAAAAAABp4/U9F2JABsiaI/s400/1883984.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há duas coisas que ficam depois de termos levado tombos homéricos e sobrevivido a alto custo: primeiro que a gente tem noção do quanto pode custar – e doer – um retumbante despencar das alturas; segundo, que se sobrevivemos e convalescemos, não importa o quão doloroso e difícil tenha sido, sobreviveremos de novo se preciso for. Eu vinha pensando assim desde sempre para conseguir alternar entre o medo paralisante de cair de novo - sofrer de novo - e a coragem de tentar outra vez, já que afinal sobrevive-se.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o&amp;nbsp;que fica depois de termos levado tantos tombos é o que vivemos antes deles. O que fica é a alegria e a intensidade do vôo, da amplidão, da altura inimaginável, a plenitude do momento por si mesmo e só... porque é só o que ali existe. Depois, se for o caso, durante o tombo: ele. Depois dele, a dor, se assim houver. Mas antes, antes que ele ocorra, se é que um dia vai ocorrer, deixar-se ser capaz de viver sem nada dele, nem sua sombra, nem sua ameaça, nem sua memória – nem mesmo o medo de sua possibilidade – para viver realmente o que naquele momento realmente existe: o céu, a asa, o vôo, o infinito - durando ou não para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Domingo de sol na Ilha da Magia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1880392498556662306-7569089754474598591?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/7569089754474598591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/tombos-e-voos.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7569089754474598591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7569089754474598591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/tombos-e-voos.html' title='Tombos e vôos'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJXostLMSVI/AAAAAAAABp4/U9F2JABsiaI/s72-c/1883984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5500970374944698785</id><published>2010-09-17T20:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:16:57.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicatrizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJP2SLtM6GI/AAAAAAAABpo/ng4oSMC7WSE/s400/tumblr_ksviwmQGYN1qa15aco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Talvez a gente esteja no mundo para&amp;nbsp;PROCURAR o amor,&amp;nbsp;ENCONTRÁ-LO e PERDÊ-LO, muitas e muitas vezes. NASCEMOS de novo a cada amor e, a cada amor que termina, abre-se uma nova FERIDA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou cheia de orgulhosas CICATRIZES."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Isabel Allende.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ventania em Floripa... &lt;br /&gt;Última sexta do inverno. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5500970374944698785?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5500970374944698785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/cicatrizes.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5500970374944698785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5500970374944698785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/cicatrizes.html' title='Cicatrizes'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TJP2SLtM6GI/AAAAAAAABpo/ng4oSMC7WSE/s72-c/tumblr_ksviwmQGYN1qa15aco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8952250650285804776</id><published>2010-09-15T17:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:17:19.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que embala o meu dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STVAAPAo7B0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STVAAPAo7B0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8952250650285804776?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8952250650285804776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-que-embala-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8952250650285804776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8952250650285804776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-que-embala-meu-dia.html' title='O que embala o meu dia...'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1155895800978701860</id><published>2010-09-13T20:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:57:28.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interessante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na 'mulher interessante', a beleza é secundária, irrelevante e mesmo, indesejável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A beleza interessa nos primeiros quinze dias; e morre em seguida, num insuportável tédio visual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era preciso que alguém fosse, de mulher em mulher, anunciando: "Ser bonita não interessa. Seja interessante!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Créditos&amp;nbsp;de Nélson Rodrigues, que sabia tudo e escrevia como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1155895800978701860?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1155895800978701860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/interessante.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1155895800978701860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1155895800978701860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/interessante.html' title='Interessante'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3698403779784647266</id><published>2010-09-12T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:43:35.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz por nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIzJ0EVXNOI/AAAAAAAABpY/IEoJeof5rWE/s400/tumblr_l6km34o5BY1qcsjc7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geralmente, quando uma pessoa exclama: "Estou tão feliz!", é porque engatou um novo amor, conseguiu uma promoção, ganhou uma bolsa de estudos, perdeu os quilos que precisava ou algo do tipo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há sempre um porquê. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prefiro torcer para que essa felicidade dure um bom tempo... mas sei que as novidades envelhecem e que não é seguro sentir-se feliz apenas por atingir metas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito melhor é ser feliz por nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida não é um questionário de Proust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não preciso ter que responder ao mundo quais são&amp;nbsp;minhas qualidades,&amp;nbsp;minha cor preferida,&amp;nbsp;meu prato predileto, que bicho gostaria de ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mania de se autoconhecer. Chega de se autoconhecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sou o que sou, uma imperfeita bem intencionada e que muda de opinião sem a menor culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ser feliz por nada talvez seja isso.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;justifique o texto de ontem...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo chuvoso, daqueles para ficar de pijama o dia todo!&lt;br /&gt;Coisa boa!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3698403779784647266?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3698403779784647266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/feliz-por-nada.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3698403779784647266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3698403779784647266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/feliz-por-nada.html' title='Feliz por nada'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIzJ0EVXNOI/AAAAAAAABpY/IEoJeof5rWE/s72-c/tumblr_l6km34o5BY1qcsjc7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-6313068283403409331</id><published>2010-09-11T09:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:37:05.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIt25xvQPPI/AAAAAAAABpI/IUZbjGjV_gY/s400/tumblr_l5kf90yrEd1qzm1lxo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem explicação, ordem e motivo, me arde uma alegria, que não aceita ser felicidade, porque a felicidade é uma palavra muito longa e a alegria tem pressa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei se é uma alegria herdada, uma alegria que esbarrou em mim e que me salvou de ter pensado demais para devolvê-la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma alegria que é muscular, como se o ar fosse uma guitarra encordoada, e houvesse um amor me pedindo para falar baixo nos ouvidos ou uma criança me chamando pelo apelido que esqueci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma alegria sem dono, que poderia ser uma ovelha de água, uma orelha de mar, um poço com hálito de café, uma figueira entranhada de pedras, o barulho alaranjado do portão que denuncia a visita, a tosse do fogo, as ervas e suas cartas datilografadas sem acento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma alegria de deitar na grama e sentir que está molhada e não se importar com a roupa orvalhada e não se importar com a hora e com os modos, uma alegria que é inocência, mas sem&amp;nbsp;culpa para acabá-la.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sábado nublado... &lt;br /&gt;Promessa de chuva na Ilha da Magia. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-6313068283403409331?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/6313068283403409331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/alegria.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6313068283403409331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/6313068283403409331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/alegria.html' title='Alegria'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIt25xvQPPI/AAAAAAAABpI/IUZbjGjV_gY/s72-c/tumblr_l5kf90yrEd1qzm1lxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3178631777328548909</id><published>2010-09-07T09:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:12:51.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIYr5f43hKI/AAAAAAAABpA/MjlbMLtV2Z0/s400/1764765.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já conheço os passos dessa ESTRADA… &lt;br /&gt;E, mesmo assim, estarei sempre pronta para&amp;nbsp;ESQUECER aqueles que me levaram a um ABISMO. &lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez AMAREI. &lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez direi que nunca amei&amp;nbsp;TANTO em toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Feriado ensolarado por aqui... &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3178631777328548909?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3178631777328548909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3178631777328548909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3178631777328548909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIYr5f43hKI/AAAAAAAABpA/MjlbMLtV2Z0/s72-c/1764765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-5199173962911953961</id><published>2010-09-04T10:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:06:12.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Traduzir-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIJCVrxZHLI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ulne_DTc26Y/s400/1000113.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma&amp;nbsp;PARTE de mim é todo MUNDO &lt;br /&gt;Outra parte é NINGUÉM, fundo sem fundo&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim é MULTIDÃO&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte&amp;nbsp;ESTRANHEZA e SOLIDÃO&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim pesa, PONDERA&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte DELIRA&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim ALMOÇA&amp;nbsp;e janta&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte se ESPANTA&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim é PERMANENTE&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte se&amp;nbsp;SABE de repente&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim é só VERTIGEM&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte LINGUAGEM&lt;br /&gt;TRADUZIR-SE uma parte na outra parte&lt;br /&gt;Que é uma questão de&amp;nbsp;VIDA e MORTE&lt;br /&gt;Será ARTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de Ferreira Gullar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Feriadão começando com sol, na Ilha da Magia...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-5199173962911953961?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/5199173962911953961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/traduzir-se.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5199173962911953961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/5199173962911953961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/09/traduzir-se.html' title='Traduzir-se'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TIJCVrxZHLI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ulne_DTc26Y/s72-c/1000113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-3768631466510498928</id><published>2010-08-31T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:53:19.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TH1PUu6kigI/AAAAAAAABn8/u7UcDGhb_Wk/s400/2233729.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dizem que a gente tem o que PRECISA. Não o que a gente QUER.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, eu não preciso de MUITO. Eu não quero muito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;Mais paz, mais saúde, mais dinheiro, mais poesia, mais verdade, mais harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;Mais noites bem DORMIDAS. Mais noites em CLARO.&lt;br /&gt;Mais de TI, mais de MIM.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sorrisos, beijos e aquela rima grudada na BOCA.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero NÓS. Mais nós.&lt;br /&gt;Grudados. ENROLADOS. Amarrados.&lt;br /&gt;JOGADOS no tapete da sala.&lt;br /&gt;Nós que não atam nem desatam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&amp;nbsp;POUCO e quero MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp;DOMINGOS de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cama desarrumada, LENÇOL, café e travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Quero teu BEIJO. Quero teu CHEIRO.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aquele OLHAR&amp;nbsp;que não cansa, o&amp;nbsp;DESEJO que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo seguinte: nada é&amp;nbsp;MUITO quando é demais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;QUERO e PRECISO.&lt;br /&gt;Querer mais é pedir muito?!&lt;br /&gt;VEM.&lt;br /&gt;Tu&amp;nbsp;cozinhas, eu escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;INSPIRAÇÃO é por conta da casa.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Terça feira de muito sol.&lt;br /&gt;Dia linnndo na Ilha da Magia.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-3768631466510498928?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/3768631466510498928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3768631466510498928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/3768631466510498928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero.html' title='Quero'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TH1PUu6kigI/AAAAAAAABn8/u7UcDGhb_Wk/s72-c/2233729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-7625620956727096567</id><published>2010-08-29T08:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:13:16.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invenções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THpAXeGDNoI/AAAAAAAABns/TrU4TZ_wN7c/s400/1499759.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu vou inventar uma&amp;nbsp;madrugada ETERNA,&lt;br /&gt;pra quando você tiver que ir&amp;nbsp;EMBORA no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;E você vai inventar um domingo que vai durar pra&amp;nbsp;SEMPRE, &lt;br /&gt;porque tenho&amp;nbsp;PREGUIÇA das segundas feiras.&lt;br /&gt;E o principal, não precisas ter MEDO, &lt;br /&gt;não precisas arranjar uma forma de fazer tudo ACONTECER... &lt;br /&gt;Tua única obrigação é me fazer SONHAR.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo com um solzinho tímido. &lt;br /&gt;Dia lindo na Ilha da Magia. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-7625620956727096567?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/7625620956727096567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/invencoes.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7625620956727096567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/7625620956727096567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/invencoes.html' title='Invenções'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THpAXeGDNoI/AAAAAAAABns/TrU4TZ_wN7c/s72-c/1499759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-1943722473577670996</id><published>2010-08-28T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:51:25.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THj4AdhHU6I/AAAAAAAABnc/4lgT7ImQaDo/s400/Fim+de+Semana+24-05+091.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desejo que haja CUMPLICIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Que o&amp;nbsp;ENTENDIMENTO aconteça no OLHAR.&lt;br /&gt;Que as&amp;nbsp;PALAVRAS sejam&amp;nbsp;ESTILINGUES e não pedras.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que haja&amp;nbsp;TOLERÂNCIA e muita PACIÊNCIA.&lt;br /&gt;Que os&amp;nbsp;DEFEITOS de um, não&amp;nbsp;MACHUQUEM o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Que as&amp;nbsp;QUALIDADES de um, não&amp;nbsp;OFUSQUEM o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que o&amp;nbsp;TEMPO seja GENEROSO.&lt;br /&gt;Que os&amp;nbsp;DIAS passem em PAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Que as&amp;nbsp;NOITES sejam de FESTA.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que a&amp;nbsp;ROTINA não seja cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Que a&amp;nbsp;PAIXÃO seja sempre DESCOBERTA.&lt;br /&gt;Que o&amp;nbsp;ABRAÇO seja sempre CONFORTO.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que as&amp;nbsp;VONTADES caminhem de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que as diferenças e&amp;nbsp;DISTÂNCIAS só sirvam para APROXIMAR.&lt;br /&gt;E que a&amp;nbsp;FÉ no amor, seja&amp;nbsp;SALVAÇÃO para todos os dias. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sábado nublado na Ilha da Magia... do jeito que eu gosto!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-1943722473577670996?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/1943722473577670996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-que-eu-desejo.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1943722473577670996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/1943722473577670996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-que-eu-desejo.html' title='O que eu desejo'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THj4AdhHU6I/AAAAAAAABnc/4lgT7ImQaDo/s72-c/Fim+de+Semana+24-05+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-4618562246791177251</id><published>2010-08-25T19:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:28:58.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THWV1HxhRmI/AAAAAAAABnM/ukAwmOZBIjI/s400/Imagem+057.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De vez em quando a gente precisa levar fortes&amp;nbsp;SUSTOS para começar a&amp;nbsp;VIVER de verdade...&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quase uma semana sem aparecer aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Semaninha corrida essa...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, amanhã já é quinta :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-4618562246791177251?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/4618562246791177251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/recomecando.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4618562246791177251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/4618562246791177251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/recomecando.html' title='Recomeçando'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/THWV1HxhRmI/AAAAAAAABnM/ukAwmOZBIjI/s72-c/Imagem+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880392498556662306.post-8171669167842170395</id><published>2010-08-16T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:45:37.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TGmwkhP54pI/AAAAAAAABms/ol0vBrTJLHM/s400/2743983.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O&amp;nbsp;MUNDO está a espera... &lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;aposto que a vida vai&amp;nbsp;continuar&amp;nbsp;me dando&amp;nbsp;RAZÕES para CHORAR, &lt;br /&gt;mas estou disposta a ir em busca de&amp;nbsp;MOTIVOS para SORRIR.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880392498556662306-8171669167842170395?l=diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/feeds/8171669167842170395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/decisao.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8171669167842170395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880392498556662306/posts/default/8171669167842170395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diario-nao-oficial.blogspot.com/2010/08/decisao.html' title='Decisão'/><author><name>Grasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911318183677001333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIIbqNjoapE/ThmgstnTDqI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ke8jeC49vuk/s220/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJeQfkSwP3w/TGmwkhP54pI/AAAAAAAABms/ol0vBrTJLHM/s72-c/2743983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry></feed>
