<?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-1113797456893138009</id><updated>2011-12-28T02:17:45.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ale Freitag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-4781817768150290584</id><published>2011-09-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:52:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macacão CRIS BARROS para Riachuelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdjvAKslEZc/Tn6kK693mnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QIR03l_6qe4/s1600/cris-barros-e13007456132751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdjvAKslEZc/Tn6kK693mnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QIR03l_6qe4/s320/cris-barros-e13007456132751.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D-Whbsz4M4/Tn6kTn9bCRI/AAAAAAAAANA/3LWovo-Vmzs/s1600/crisbarros2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6D-Whbsz4M4/Tn6kTn9bCRI/AAAAAAAAANA/3LWovo-Vmzs/s320/crisbarros2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNqZtHg6jyI/Tn6k7TjnuWI/AAAAAAAAANE/aBPq7N5Dz38/s1600/BlogSuperchic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNqZtHg6jyI/Tn6k7TjnuWI/AAAAAAAAANE/aBPq7N5Dz38/s320/BlogSuperchic.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lindo Demais!&lt;br /&gt;Macacão de um Ombro só, malha incorpada, na cor azul, igual ao da foto de crédito do Blog Superchic.&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhoso,foi usado apenas 1 vez.&lt;br /&gt;Tam G, mas veste 40/42.&lt;br /&gt;70,00 + frete&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/1113797456893138009-4781817768150290584?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4781817768150290584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=4781817768150290584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4781817768150290584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4781817768150290584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2011/09/macacao-cris-barros-para-riachuelo.html' title='Macacão CRIS BARROS para Riachuelo'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdjvAKslEZc/Tn6kK693mnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QIR03l_6qe4/s72-c/cris-barros-e13007456132751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-5177811559279658098</id><published>2011-06-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:55:20.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Acredito!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EEGKd9wKow/Te-NOR1zE1I/AAAAAAAAALk/FVZKzJmWuts/s1600/Anjos003.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EEGKd9wKow/Te-NOR1zE1I/AAAAAAAAALk/FVZKzJmWuts/s320/Anjos003.gif" t8="true" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oração aos Santos Anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mensageiros de Deus graças vos dou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu peço que me mostreis os caminhos do amor, da paz e da harmonia. Dai-me a vossa benção, preparando o meu espírito, alma, corpo e mente para servir a Bondade Divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que a humanidade possa sentir e transbordar amor. Acabai com a violencia e a maldade. Orientai e curai os que precisam de um Anjo curador, minorando seus sofrimentos e abrindo-lhes caminhos novos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dai o pão a quem tem fome e agua a quem tem sede. Dai aos governantes a humildade, a sabedoria, a consciência e a iluminação divina da prosperidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazei com que eu respeite a natureza em sua plenitude. Orientai-me em minhas orações, em meus rituais para vossa invocação e na minha elevação ao Ser Supremo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ó Santos Anjos, unam-se a mim, ajudem-me, purifiquem-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agradeço a Deus nosso Pai, Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-5177811559279658098?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5177811559279658098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=5177811559279658098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5177811559279658098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5177811559279658098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-acredito.html' title='Eu Acredito!!!!'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EEGKd9wKow/Te-NOR1zE1I/AAAAAAAAALk/FVZKzJmWuts/s72-c/Anjos003.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-1183356952223487111</id><published>2009-09-21T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:29:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRUMOND</title><content type='html'>"...o desperdício da vida está no amor q não damos, nas forças q não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade... A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-1183356952223487111?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1183356952223487111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=1183356952223487111' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/1183356952223487111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/1183356952223487111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/drumond.html' title='DRUMOND'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-3633396001406553322</id><published>2009-05-22T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:35:22.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ShaN83RtmJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gM4mDC6NQ9s/s1600-h/BÃºziosMaio+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338610485064210578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ShaN83RtmJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gM4mDC6NQ9s/s320/B%C3%BAziosMaio+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS IMPERFEITA'Eu não sirvo de exemplo para nada, mas, se você quer saber se isso é possível, me ofereço como piloto de testes. Sou a Miss Imperfeita, muito prazer.Uma imperfeita que faz tudo o q ue precisa fazer, como boa profissional, mãe e mulher que também sou: trabalho todos os dias, ganho minha grana, vou ao supermercado três vezes por semana, decido o cardápio das refeições, levo os filhos no colégio e busco, almoço com eles, estudo com eles, telefono para minha mãe todas as noites, procuro minhas amigas, namoro, viajo, vou ao cinema, pago minhas contas, respondo a toneladas de e-mails, faço revisões no dentista, mamografia, caminho meia hora diariamente, compro flores para casa, providencio os consertos domésticos, participo de eventos e reuniões ligados à minha profissão e ainda faço escova toda semana - e as unhas!E, entre uma coisa e outra, leio livros.Portanto, sou ocupada, mas não uma workaholic.Por mais disciplinada e responsável que eu seja, aprendi duas coisinhas que operam milagres: Primeiro: a dizer NÃO.Segundo: a não sentir um pingo de culpa por dizer NÃO.Culpa por nada, aliás. Existe a Coca Zero, o Fome Zero, o Recruta Zero. Pois inclua na sua lista a Culpa Zero.Quando você nasceu, nenhum profeta adentrou a sala da maternidade e lhe apontou o dedo dizendo que a partir daquele momento você seria modelo para os outros.Seu pai e sua mãe, acredite, não tiveram essa expectativa: tudo o que desejaram é que você não chorasse muito durante as madrugadas e mamasse direitinho.Você não é Nossa Senhora. Você é, humildemente, uma mulher. E, se não aprender a delegar, a priorizar e a se divertir, bye-bye vida interessante.Porque vida interessante não é ter a agenda lotada, não é ser sempre politicamente correta, não é topar qualquer projeto por dinheiro, não é atender a todos e criar para si a falsa impressão de ser indispensável.É ter te mpo. Tempo para fazer nada. Tempo para fazer tudo. Tempo para dançar sozinha na sala. Tempo para bisbilhotar uma loja de discos. Tempo para sumir dois dias com seu amor. Três dias. Cinco dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-3633396001406553322?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3633396001406553322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=3633396001406553322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3633396001406553322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3633396001406553322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-imperfeitaeu-nao-sirvo-de-exemplo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ShaN83RtmJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gM4mDC6NQ9s/s72-c/B%C3%BAziosMaio+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-3951618004866098085</id><published>2009-05-11T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:50:41.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=34711866869#/profile.php?id=1035817909&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=34711866869#/profile.php?id=1035817909&amp;amp;ref=profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Me tooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-3951618004866098085?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3951618004866098085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=3951618004866098085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3951618004866098085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3951618004866098085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-2622350781143593804</id><published>2009-05-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:31:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SggeYqiAViI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PlZtMgzshUg/s1600-h/b21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334547167702963746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SggeYqiAViI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PlZtMgzshUg/s320/b21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's only two types of peopleIn the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The ones that entertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the ones that observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm a put-on-a-show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kinda girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't like the backseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gotta be first (Oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ringleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I call the shots (Call the shots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm like a firecracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I make it hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;I feel the adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Movin' through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spotlight on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I'm ready to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm like a performer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The dancefloor is my stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Better be ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope that you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All eyes on me in the center of the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just like a circus (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I crack that whip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;everybody gonna trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just like a circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dont stand there watchin' me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOLLOW ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Show me what you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everybody let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;we can make a dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just like a circus "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-2622350781143593804?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2622350781143593804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=2622350781143593804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2622350781143593804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2622350781143593804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SggeYqiAViI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PlZtMgzshUg/s72-c/b21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-7166820711095883981</id><published>2009-02-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:49:41.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, meu grande Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SYYYZG1KQOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oLvqtFZH5Wo/s1600-h/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297948831257346274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SYYYZG1KQOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oLvqtFZH5Wo/s320/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não chegue na hora marcada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como as canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como as paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me veja nos seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha cara lavada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me venha sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se sou fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou se sou água...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me chegue assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem nome ou sobrenome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que não sente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois tudo o que ofereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, meu calor, meu endereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida do teu filho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o fim, até o começo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só dure o tempo que mereça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando me quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que seja de qualquer maneira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto me tiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu seja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O último e o primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me reconheça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois tudo que ofereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, meu calor, meu endereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida do teu filho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o fim até o começo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu seja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O último e o primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor, me reconheça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois tudo que ofereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, meu calor, meu endereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida do teu filho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o fim até o começo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-7166820711095883981?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7166820711095883981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=182724619598272969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/182724619598272969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/182724619598272969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/futuro-bazar.html' title='Futuro Bazar'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-5892747032246684501</id><published>2009-01-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:40:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SW9m646IjYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IJBtJ3sR1Tc/s1600-h/amar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291561249078283650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SW9m646IjYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IJBtJ3sR1Tc/s320/amar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;Que pode uma criatura senão,entre criaturas, amar?amar e esquecer,amar e malamar,amar, desamar, amar?sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?&lt;br /&gt;Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,sozinho, em rotação universal, senãorodar também, e amar?amar o que o mar traz à praia,e o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,é sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?&lt;br /&gt;Amar solenemente as palmas do deserto,o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,e amar o inóspito, o áspero,um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,e o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho, e uma ave de rapina.&lt;br /&gt;Este o nosso destino: amor sem conta,distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,e na concha vazia do amor a procura medrosa,paciente, de mais e mais amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor, e na secura nossaamar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/1113797456893138009-5892747032246684501?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5892747032246684501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=5892747032246684501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5892747032246684501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5892747032246684501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar.html' title='Amar'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SW9m646IjYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IJBtJ3sR1Tc/s72-c/amar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-6430561137232764266</id><published>2009-01-12T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:51:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPLIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWsuw6gcnpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i9e1hRtXDHY/s1600-h/chaplin1ys7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373605150727826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWsuw6gcnpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i9e1hRtXDHY/s320/chaplin1ys7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse texto, muitos já devem ter lido muitas vezes, mas é perfeito e vale a pena ler sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis, tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso, Já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar, mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já abracei pra proteger, Já dei risada quando não podia, Já fiz amigos eternos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já amei e fui amado, mas também já fui rejeitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já fui amado e não soube amar.Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas, mas "quebrei a cara" muitas vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos, Já liguei só pra escutar uma voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já me apaixonei por um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade e... ...tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas sobrevivi!E ainda vivo!Não passo pela vida... e você também não deveria passar. Viva!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Abraçar a vida e viver com paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve E A VIDA É MUITO para ser insignificante" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-6430561137232764266?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6430561137232764266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=6430561137232764266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/6430561137232764266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/6430561137232764266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/chaplin.html' title='CHAPLIN'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWsuw6gcnpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i9e1hRtXDHY/s72-c/chaplin1ys7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-4571880819326355013</id><published>2009-01-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:57:06.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjS_WwUzLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9OxSg0e2Nwo/s1600-h/sexy_fishing_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289709748228508850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjS_WwUzLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9OxSg0e2Nwo/s320/sexy_fishing_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Um homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;que se preocupava demais com coisas sem importância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;acabou ficando com a cabeça cheia de minhocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Um amigo lhe deu então a idéiade usar as minhocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;numa pescaria para se distrair das preocupações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;O homem se distraiu tanto pescando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;que sua cabeça ficou leve como um balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;e foi subindo pelo ar até sumir nas nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Onde será que foi parar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Não sei, nem quero me preocupar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Vou mais é pescar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-4571880819326355013?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4571880819326355013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=4571880819326355013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4571880819326355013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4571880819326355013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/pescaria-um-homemque-se-preocupava.html' title='Pescaria'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjS_WwUzLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9OxSg0e2Nwo/s72-c/sexy_fishing_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-363051975978423189</id><published>2009-01-10T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:51:24.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR É JUVENIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjSBQAsuGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P7MSIC9QCDE/s1600-h/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289708681266247778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjSBQAsuGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P7MSIC9QCDE/s320/113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas saudades surgem dos amores adolescentes que todos devem ter tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque será? Você já deve ter pensado. Não seria porque eram amores naturais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amores que brotavam na alma, sem intelectivas ponderações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As simpatias surgiam e quando víamos estávamos apaixonados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belos amores de invernos e verões. Sempre havia as desilusões, mas não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não guardávamos rancores nem fel. E dividíamos esta com os amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos que na época eram verdadeiros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Davam os ombros para as choramelas, pois entendiam desta desdita também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bons tempos desta jovialidade infantil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acha-se que a eventual infelicidade advém do fato de não se ter um amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é bem possível que a origem deste sofrer é justamente a da falta dos amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é esta falta que gera solidões a esmo, esta sociedade que só vê a ‘mais valia’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predominando só a imagem sobre o ser, escondendo-se as fragilidades afetivas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quão triste e sem brilho se tornou a humanidade cheia de luz de mercúrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde parece que os mais duros e frios, iguais a latões vazios, vivem melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não, só parece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘A felicidade provém do íntimo, daquilo que o Ser humano sente dentro de si mesmo’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-363051975978423189?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/363051975978423189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=363051975978423189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/363051975978423189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/363051975978423189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-amor-juvenil.html' title='O AMOR É JUVENIL'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWjSBQAsuGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P7MSIC9QCDE/s72-c/113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-759746474912294814</id><published>2009-01-04T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:48:12.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWF02lRw8QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LFBC_oeJ1NY/s1600-h/meupai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287635918578053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWF02lRw8QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LFBC_oeJ1NY/s320/meupai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Agora tudo são escombros e restos na minha cidade saqueada e destruída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uma cidade que foi uma vez tão bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foiE com ele a alegria do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A alegria que me sustentava com uma força pulsilânime, densa, estrutural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele uma fúria que me arrasta por mundos conhecidos e desconhecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uma fúria que me me alimenta e me destrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele um susto que parece que não vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como uma mensagem que se repete dia e noite na secretária eletrônica quebrada de meu telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele a luxúria de uma vida grata, alegre, doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A luxúria da leveza e das coisas boas do dia-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele meu porto seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Minha direção no mundo, bússola do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele minha voz altiva e meu olhar confiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meus pés sólidos e firmes no chão, garatindo meus caminhos do porvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele o palhaço que me fez rir a vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje tem marmelada? Tem Sim senhor. Hoje tem goiabada? Tem sim senhor...Como vai, como vai, como vai? Tudo bem, tudo bem, tudo bem, bem, bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele a paixão pelo futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele a paixão pela arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele a paixão pela música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele um cidadão que reclamava de seus direitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um conservador de imensa lucidez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele um coração de tanta bondade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um carinho por todo o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele um sorriso presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sempre presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E a boa vontade de fazer as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sua disposição para tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele o andar apressado dos dias da juventude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele uma parte de mim que ainda não sei qual é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele a luz do meu sol do meio dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E com ele uma ausência impreenchível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu pai se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E a estrada agora parece tão longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mesmo que florida, mesmo que regada e cuidada por ele mesmo“Alguem sentado a beira do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jamais entenderá o que eu sinto agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sou levada pelo movimento que sua falta faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Havia tanta paz no seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Na despedida fez um dia lindo &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/1113797456893138009-759746474912294814?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/759746474912294814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=759746474912294814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/759746474912294814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/759746474912294814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-pai-meu-pai-se-foi-agora-tudo-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SWF02lRw8QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LFBC_oeJ1NY/s72-c/meupai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-2036255683978892234</id><published>2009-01-01T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:26:37.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0Kxbe-IoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rXjVlSxTnoE/s1600-h/mulher-so1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286393381910356610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0Kxbe-IoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rXjVlSxTnoE/s320/mulher-so1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sou filha de um momento terno entre a Terra e o Sol, amante da Vida e da Poesia e afilhado do Tempo. O Amor é meu companheiro de viagem, junto com a Indignação. Tenho ao meu lado, como guia a Liberdade. O mundo é um caminho regido pelo Destino e sustentado pela Eternidade, por onde ando e encontro pessoas e mestres e em cada dia que passa uma nova lição. Sou aquela a quem a Vida ama e que ama a Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-2036255683978892234?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2036255683978892234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=2036255683978892234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2036255683978892234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2036255683978892234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-filha-de-um-momento-terno-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0Kxbe-IoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rXjVlSxTnoE/s72-c/mulher-so1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-4485239823865017739</id><published>2009-01-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:15:49.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0IN3cmDYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ietQJODHE8g/s1600-h/Ano+Novvo+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286390571918036354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0IN3cmDYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ietQJODHE8g/s320/Ano+Novvo+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FELIZ 2009!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-4485239823865017739?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4485239823865017739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=4485239823865017739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4485239823865017739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4485239823865017739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SV0IN3cmDYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ietQJODHE8g/s72-c/Ano+Novvo+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-8777028766621725788</id><published>2008-12-29T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:21:04.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVl29iIxMFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RXSXh7FIViY/s1600-h/IMG_1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285386437203669074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVl29iIxMFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RXSXh7FIViY/s320/IMG_1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo ano a gente pensa que o ano vindouro vai ser melhor. Tem que pensar mesmo, senão parece que a vida vai continuar sem graça. Será que algum ano passado foi bom? Ou é que a gente se esquece de avaliar? Ou será que queremos sempre o que não temos? Coloque-se aí um "ainda" que tudo fica bem. E então a responsabilidade fica pro próximo ano.Eu sempre acho que quando as metas estão bem claras diante de nós, fica fácil ponderar sobre o que aconteceu e o que ficou parado. A meta pode ser um carro, um carro do ano, uma casa, um filho, uma viagem, um emprego X ou Y, um casamento, uma árvore, um namoradO, uma rede, água de coco, emagrecer, engordar, uma coleção de CDs, DVDs, um título acadêmico, o ensino fundamental, um livro, uma língua estrangeira, uma vaga no Itamaraty, na Guarda Municipal, no grupo Arcelor, a carteira assinada, a aposentadoria, uma casa de campo, um apê no Centro, montar um negócio, negocim, negocião, dinheirim, dinheirão, desencalhar, voltar para a doce vida de solteiro, aliança, alforria, não sair de cima do muro. Um ménage, LSD, cirurgia de miopia, redução de estômago, óculos de aros vermelhos, batinhas de hippie, lipoaspiração, terapeuta, marido novo, sair do armário, a Parada Gay, greve, um novo calendário. Cada um tem sua meta e as metinhas que vêm penduradas. Mas se não estiver claro o rumo, o caminhar fica parecendo apagado, esquisito, trôpego. As pessoas, em geral, precisam saber para onde vão. Quando ninguém diz, fica tudo a esmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso, mesmo que vc ainda não tenha traçado suas metas e desejos, ao menos pense em algo que queira muito...e realize!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso viver o sonho e a certeza de que tudo vai mudar.É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os desejos não precisam de razão, nem os sentimentos, de motivos. O importante é viver cada momento e aprender sua duração,pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver...Desejo que no ano que vem, você...Realize todos os seus sonhos; Descubra a cada dia coisas novas para realizar esses sonhos... Não tenha medo de viver o momento em que eles acontecerem; E, nesses momentos, descubra novos sonhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-8777028766621725788?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8777028766621725788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=8777028766621725788' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/8777028766621725788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/8777028766621725788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/todo-ano-gente-pensa-que-o-ano-vindouro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVl29iIxMFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RXSXh7FIViY/s72-c/IMG_1381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-3456811606637015913</id><published>2008-12-26T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:54:46.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FILTRO SOLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVWK38f_XXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8e7WNvDCDps/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284282431526886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVWK38f_XXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8e7WNvDCDps/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Filtro solar!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixem de usar o filtro solar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse dar só uma dica sobre o futuro&lt;br /&gt;seria esta: usem o filtro solar!&lt;br /&gt;Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de Filtro Solar&lt;br /&gt;estão provados e comprovados pela ciência,&lt;br /&gt;Já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base&lt;br /&gt;confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com&lt;br /&gt;vocês...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite bem, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza&lt;br /&gt;da juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o&lt;br /&gt;poder e a beleza da juventude até que tenham se apagado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode crer que daqui a vinte anos você vai evocar&lt;br /&gt;as suas fotos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E perceber de um jeito que você nem desconfia hoje em&lt;br /&gt;dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas, tantas alternativas se escancaravam a sua&lt;br /&gt;frente.&lt;br /&gt;E como você realmente estava com tudo em cima,&lt;br /&gt;Você não está gordo ou gorda...&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe com o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que&lt;br /&gt;pré-ocupação é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete para&lt;br /&gt;tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra.&lt;br /&gt;As encrencas de verdade em sua vida tendem a vir de&lt;br /&gt;coisas que nunca passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada,&lt;br /&gt;E te pegam no ponto fraco às 4 da tarde de uma&lt;br /&gt;terça-feira modorrenta.&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta&lt;br /&gt;medo de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cante.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja leviano com o coração dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Não ature gente de coração leviano.&lt;br /&gt;Use fio dental.&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo com inveja.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se está por cima,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes por baixo.&lt;br /&gt;A peleja é longa e, no fim,&lt;br /&gt;é só você contra você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça os elogios que receber.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça as ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguir isso, me ensine.&lt;br /&gt;Guarde as antigas cartas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora os extratos bancários velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Estique-se.&lt;br /&gt;Não se sinta culpado por não saber o que fazer da&lt;br /&gt;vida&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não&lt;br /&gt;sabiam, aos vinte e dois o que queriam fazer da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos quarentões mais interessantes que eu&lt;br /&gt;conheço ainda não sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Tome bastante cálcio.&lt;br /&gt;Seja cuidadoso com os joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai sentir falta deles.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você case, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se divorcie aos quarenta, talvez dance ciranda&lt;br /&gt;em suas bodas de diamante.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que fizer não se auto congratule demais, nem&lt;br /&gt;seja severo demais com você,&lt;br /&gt;As suas escolhas tem sempre metade das chances de dar&lt;br /&gt;certo,&lt;br /&gt;É assim para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Desfrute de seu corpo: use-o de toda maneira que puder,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de seu corpo ou do que as outras&lt;br /&gt;pessoas possam achar dele,&lt;br /&gt;É o mais incrível instrumento que você jamais vai&lt;br /&gt;possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não tenha aonde além de seu próprio quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Leia as instruções mesmo que não vá segui-las depois.&lt;br /&gt;Não leia revistas de beleza, elas só vão fazer você se&lt;br /&gt;achar feio&lt;br /&gt;Dedique-se a conhecer seus pais. É impossível prever&lt;br /&gt;quando eles terão ido embora, de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Seja legal com seus irmãos. Eles são a melhor ponte&lt;br /&gt;com o seu passado e possivelmente quem vai sempre mesmo te apoiar no&lt;br /&gt;futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que amigos vão e vem, mas nunca abra mão de&lt;br /&gt;uns poucos e bons.&lt;br /&gt;Esforce-se de verdade para diminuir as distâncias&lt;br /&gt;geográficas e de estilos de vida, porque quanto mais&lt;br /&gt;velho você ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais você vai precisar das pessoas que você conheceu&lt;br /&gt;quando jovem.&lt;br /&gt;More uma vez em Nova York, mas vá embora antes de&lt;br /&gt;endurecer.&lt;br /&gt;More uma vez no Havaí, mas se mande antes de&lt;br /&gt;amolecer.&lt;br /&gt;Viaje.&lt;br /&gt;Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis:&lt;br /&gt;Os preços vão subir, os políticos vão saracotear, você&lt;br /&gt;também vai envelhecer.&lt;br /&gt;E quando isso acontecer você vai fantasiar que quando&lt;br /&gt;era jovem os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram&lt;br /&gt;decentes,&lt;br /&gt;E as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Respeite os mais velhos!!&lt;br /&gt;E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você case com um bom partido, mas não esqueça&lt;br /&gt;que um dos dois de repente pode acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Não mexa demais nos cabelos se não quando você chegar&lt;br /&gt;aos 40 vai aparentar 85.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os conselhos que comprar,&lt;br /&gt;mas seja paciente com aqueles que os oferecem.&lt;br /&gt;Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar conselhos é um jeito de pescar o passado&lt;br /&gt;do lixo, esfregá-lo, repintar as partes feias e reciclar tudo por mais do&lt;br /&gt;que vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas acredite no filtro solar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-3456811606637015913?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3456811606637015913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=3456811606637015913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3456811606637015913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3456811606637015913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/filtro-solar.html' title='FILTRO SOLAR'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVWK38f_XXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8e7WNvDCDps/s72-c/IMG_1454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-7500002506585678568</id><published>2008-12-26T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:19:41.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVUuRp7osfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EN5lFzsbJ9M/s1600-h/253406939_c5985dd7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284180618637783538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVUuRp7osfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EN5lFzsbJ9M/s320/253406939_c5985dd7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Com sabor de fruta mordida&lt;br /&gt;Nós na batida, no embalo da rede&lt;br /&gt;Matando a sede na saliva&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão, ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum trocado pra dar garantia!&lt;br /&gt;E ser artista no nosso convívio&lt;br /&gt;Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Pra poesia que a gente nem vive&lt;br /&gt;Transformar o tédio em melodia&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum veneno antimonotonia&lt;br /&gt;E se eu achar a tua fonte escondida&lt;br /&gt;Te alcanço em cheio, o mel e a ferida&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo inteiro, feito um furacão&lt;br /&gt;Boca, nuca, mão e a tua mente, não!&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum remédio que me dê alegria&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão, ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum trocado pra dar garantia&lt;br /&gt;E algum veneno antimonotonia&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/1113797456893138009-7500002506585678568?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7500002506585678568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=7500002506585678568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7500002506585678568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7500002506585678568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-quero-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SVUuRp7osfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EN5lFzsbJ9M/s72-c/253406939_c5985dd7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-7311080958847962266</id><published>2008-12-19T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:42:24.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUxpmYTBnKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1aiQtJf02xw/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281712571076943010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUxpmYTBnKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1aiQtJf02xw/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você que tem medo de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não é nem de papel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito menos feito de açúcar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou algo parecido com mel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimente tomar banho de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E conhecer a energia do céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A energia dessa água sagrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos abençoa da cabeça aos pés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! chuva!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu peço que caia devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só molhe esse povo de alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para nunca mais chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem dias que a gente acorda com medo do escuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem dias que a gente dorme sente-se inseguro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então quando a gente acorda e acende a luz pra ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebo que já tenho tudo e falta você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cor do mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O céu azul... o vento lá sopra pro sul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a cor da areia se confunde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com seu corpo nu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu peço que caia devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só molhe esse povo de alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para nunca mais chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-7311080958847962266?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7311080958847962266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=7311080958847962266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7311080958847962266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7311080958847962266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/voc-que-tem-medo-de-chuva-voc-no-nem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUxpmYTBnKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1aiQtJf02xw/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-4679615723277866528</id><published>2008-12-11T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:25:34.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUGhWQXOtjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VPUoqqB4Utk/s1600-h/w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278677641976526386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUGhWQXOtjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VPUoqqB4Utk/s320/w.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores... Mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles; Eles não iriam acreditar... A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os. (Vinicius de Moraes )&lt;/em&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/1113797456893138009-4679615723277866528?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4679615723277866528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=4679615723277866528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4679615723277866528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/4679615723277866528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/tenho-amigos-que-no-sabem-o-quanto-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/SUGhWQXOtjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VPUoqqB4Utk/s72-c/w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-3548347057502734391</id><published>2008-12-09T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:59.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ST8NA-H2enI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CvzIi3o8mJ0/s1600-h/girl-on-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277951598628600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ST8NA-H2enI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CvzIi3o8mJ0/s320/girl-on-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ST8Ms1ZcsXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jJs0pntoEtM/s1600-h/girl-on-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não me importo se você lamber janelas, jogar pedra em avião, ou querer bater prego com a testa, mas lembre-se, todos os sessenta segundos que você gasta irritado, perturbado ou louco, é um minuto de felicidade que nunca mais vai voltar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-3548347057502734391?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3548347057502734391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=3548347057502734391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3548347057502734391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/3548347057502734391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-no-me-importo-se-voc-lamber-janelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/ST8NA-H2enI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CvzIi3o8mJ0/s72-c/girl-on-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-7222432163725126085</id><published>2008-12-07T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:46:30.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STxDsFRJxCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8Jk27Ct-V6k/s1600-h/bzs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167287978804258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STxDsFRJxCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8Jk27Ct-V6k/s320/bzs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intuição (Oswaldo Montenegro/Ulysses Machado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta uma canção bonita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falando da vida em ré maior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta uma canção daquelas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De filosofia e mundo bem melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta uma canção que agüente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa paulada e a gente bate o pé no chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta uma canção daquelas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pula da janela e bate o pé no chão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem o compromisso estreito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De falar perfeito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coerente ou não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem o verso estilizado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O verso emocionado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbate o pé no chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta o que não silencia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É onde principia a intuição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nasce uma canção rimada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da voz arrancada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao nosso coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como sem licença o Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rompe a barra da noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem pedir perdão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje quem não cantaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grita a poesia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E bate o pé no chão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-7222432163725126085?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7222432163725126085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=7222432163725126085' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7222432163725126085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/7222432163725126085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/intuio-oswaldo-montenegroulysses.html' title='Intuição'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STxDsFRJxCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8Jk27Ct-V6k/s72-c/bzs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-2309398726822206575</id><published>2008-12-07T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:48:08.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver prá Bicho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STwvY-nwRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U_GK7klj_BU/s1600-h/euetiÃ£onoaterro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277144969544484418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STwvY-nwRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U_GK7klj_BU/s320/eueti%C3%A3onoaterro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou por aqui de novo hoje para divulgar este site sobre adoção de animais. Eu tenho um animal que na verdade acolhemos na rua. Vocês poderão ver no site que não precisa muito para ajudar.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tchüs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.viverprabicho.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-2309398726822206575?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2309398726822206575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=2309398726822206575' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2309398726822206575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2309398726822206575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/oi-gente-estou-por-aqui-de-novo-hoje.html' title='Viver prá Bicho'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STwvY-nwRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U_GK7klj_BU/s72-c/eueti%C3%A3onoaterro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-2451174607037974689</id><published>2008-12-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:46:58.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STvfdwdh_-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1wbWSqiLx8E/s1600-h/AS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057090712633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STvfdwdh_-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1wbWSqiLx8E/s320/AS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida. Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu. Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês. Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor. Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-2451174607037974689?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2451174607037974689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=2451174607037974689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2451174607037974689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2451174607037974689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-encontrar-algum-e-esse-algum.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STvfdwdh_-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1wbWSqiLx8E/s72-c/AS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-5287719137204537196</id><published>2008-12-06T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:26:21.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTAÇÃO DAS PERDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STq1kwsDt9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U0HrXMKTgU8/s1600-h/Imagem+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276729556567570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STq1kwsDt9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U0HrXMKTgU8/s320/Imagem+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há horas em nossa vida que somos tomados por uma enorme sensação de inutilidade, de vazio. Questionamos o porquê de nossa existência e nada parece fazer sentido. Concentramos nossa atenção no lado mais cruel da vida, aquele que é implacável e a todos afeta indistintamente: As perdas do ser humano.Ao nascer, perdemos o aconchego, a segurança e a proteção do útero. Estamos, a partir de então, por nossa conta. Sozinhos. Começamos a vida em perda e nela continuamos. Paradoxalmente, no momento em que perdemos algo, outras possibilidades nos surgem. Ao perdermos o aconchego do útero, ganhamos os braços do mundo. Ele nos acolhe: nos encanta e nos assusta, nos eleva e nos destrói. E continuamos a perder e seguimos a ganhar. Perdemos primeiro a inocência da infância. A confiança absoluta na mão que segura nossa mão, a coragem de andar na bicicleta sem rodinhas porque alguém ao nosso lado nos assegura que não nos deixará cair... E ao perdê-la, adquirimos a capacidade de questionar. Por quê? Perguntamos a todos e de tudo. Abrimos portas para um novo mundo e fechamos janelas, irremediavelmente deixadas para trás.Estamos crescendo. Nascer, crescer, adolescer, amadurecer, envelhecer, morrer.Vamos perdendo aos poucos alguns direitos e conquistando outros. Perdemos o direito de poder chorar bem alto, aos gritos mesmo, quando algo nos é tomado contra a vontade. Perdemos o direito de dizer absolutamente tudo que nos passa pela cabeça sem medo de causar melindres. Assim, se nossa tia às vezes nos parece gorda tememos dizer-lhe isso.Receamos dar risadas escandalosamente da bermuda ridícula do vizinho ou puxar as pelanquinhas do braço da vó com a maior naturalidade do mundo e ainda falar bem alto sobre o assunto. Estamos crescidos e nos ensinam que não devemos ser tão sinceros. E aprendemos. E vamos adolescendo, ganhamos peso, ganhamos, seios, ganhamos pelos, ganhamos altura, ganhamos o mundo. Neste ponto, vivemos em grande conflito. O mundo todo nos parece inadequado aos nossos sonhos ah! os sonhos!!! Ganhamos muitos sonhos. Sonhamos dormindo, sonhamos acordados, sonhamos o tempo todo.Aí, de repente, caímos na real! Estamos amadurecendo, todos nos admiram. Tornamo-nos equilibrados, contidos, ponderados. Perdemos a espontaneidade. Passamos a utilizar o raciocínio, a razão acima de tudo. Mas não é justamente essa a condição que nos coloca acima (?) dos outros animais? A racionalidade, a capacidade de organizar nossas ações de modo lógico e racionalmente planejado?E continuamos amadurecendo, ganhamos um carro novo, um companheiro, ganhamos um diploma. E desgraçadamente perdemos o direito de gargalhar, de andar descalço, tomar banho de chuva, lamber os dedos e soltar pum sem querer. Mas perdemos peso!!! Já não pulamos mais no pescoço de quem amamos e tascamos-lhe aquele beijo estalado, mas apertamos as mãos de todos, ganhamos novos amigos, ganhamos um bom salário, ganhamos reconhecimento, honrarias, títulos honorários e a chave da cidade. E assim, vamos ganhando tempo, enquanto envelhecemos.De repente percebemos que ganhamos algumas rugas, algumas dores nas costas (ou nas pernas), ganhamos celulite, estrias, ganhamos peso. e perdemos cabelos. Nos damos conta que perdemos também o brilho no olhar, esquecemos os nossos sonhos, deixamos de sorrir. perdemos a esperança. Estamos envelhecendo.Não podemos deixar pra fazer algo quando estivermos morrendo. Afinal, quem nos garante que haverá mesmo um renascer, exceto aquele que se faz em vida, pelo perdão a si próprio, pelo compreender que as perdas fazem parte, mas que apesar delas, o sol continua brilhando e felizmente chove de vez em quando, que a primavera sempre chega após o inverno, que necessita do outono que o antecede.Que a gente cresça e não envelheça simplesmente. Que tenhamos dores nas costas e alguém que as massageie. Que tenhamos rugas e boas lembranças. Que tenhamos juízo mas mantenhamos o bom humor e um pouco de ousadia. Que sejamos racionais, mas lutemos por nossos sonhos. E, principalmente, que não digamos apenas eu te amo, mas ajamos de modo que aqueles a quem amamos, sintam-se amados mais do que saibam-se amados.Afinal, o que é o tempo? Não é nada em relação a nossa grande missão. E que missão! Fique em&lt;/span&gt; Paz! &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/1113797456893138009-5287719137204537196?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5287719137204537196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=5287719137204537196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5287719137204537196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/5287719137204537196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/estao-das-perdas.html' title='ESTAÇÃO DAS PERDAS'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STq1kwsDt9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U0HrXMKTgU8/s72-c/Imagem+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-9023920880994952999</id><published>2008-12-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:48:23.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STc_jgzXtHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZkWrOynHy-8/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275755367821194354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STc_jgzXtHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZkWrOynHy-8/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nossas loucuras são as mais sensatas emoções. Tudo o que fazemos deixamos de lembranças para os que sonham um dia ser como nós: loucos, mas felizes!" &lt;/em&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/1113797456893138009-9023920880994952999?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/9023920880994952999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=9023920880994952999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/9023920880994952999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/9023920880994952999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/nossas-loucuras-so-as-mais-sensatas.html' title='Drummond'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STc_jgzXtHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZkWrOynHy-8/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-6323135355181755371</id><published>2008-12-03T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:47:50.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;Até cortar os próprios defeitos pode ser perigoso. Nunca se sabe qual é o defeito que sustenta nosso edifício&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;inteiro". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-6323135355181755371?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6323135355181755371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=6323135355181755371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/6323135355181755371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/6323135355181755371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-cortar-os-prprios-defeitos-pode-ser.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-8918266512966287221</id><published>2008-11-28T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:48:41.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLIDARIEDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STA0NXJLcCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DUoeD1oXw2Q/s1600-h/1229407.sc_ilhota_chuva_enchente_brasil_267_399"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273772567806308386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STA0NXJLcCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DUoeD1oXw2Q/s320/1229407.sc_ilhota_chuva_enchente_brasil_267_399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É hora de ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Em Santa Catarina, muita gente perdeu tudo.Se você puder ajudar, deposite a sua doação na conta da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.defesacivil.sc.gov.br/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Defesa Civil de Santa Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;: Banco do Brasil - Agência 3582-3 - Conta corrente 80000-7 - Defesa Civil de Santa Catarina. Você também pode doar cobertores, lençóis, fronhas, roupas em geral e alimentos prontos, como biscoitos e enlatados. Ligue (48) 4009 9886 ou 4009-9883 para mais informações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-8918266512966287221?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8918266512966287221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=8918266512966287221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/8918266512966287221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/8918266512966287221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/11/hora-de-ajudar.html' title='SOLIDARIEDADE'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STA0NXJLcCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DUoeD1oXw2Q/s72-c/1229407.sc_ilhota_chuva_enchente_brasil_267_399' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113797456893138009.post-2787539940450261908</id><published>2008-11-28T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:59:54.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAHW9g5aSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MAQ_zt6Pgis/s1600-h/1208484844kphmkm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723254701910306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAHW9g5aSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MAQ_zt6Pgis/s320/1208484844kphmkm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia de amanhã ninguém usou. Pode ser seu !&lt;br /&gt;Sofre pôr antecipação quem vive pensando bobagens que não se realizam.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, olhe para o seu futuro com a ternura de uma criançaEspere dele sempre as melhores coisas, As melhores oportunidades... Os melhores caminhos devem ser seguidos com fé e persistência... Pois os obstáculos que aparecerão...Deverão ser enfrentados e vencidos&lt;br /&gt;Confie em si mesmo... Mas não se esqueça jamais, de confiar em Deus E busque a realização dos seus sonhos, sempre Sorrindo !!!&lt;br /&gt;E...Que o Amor Único de Deus, inspire sempre Todas as Almas para o Bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113797456893138009-2787539940450261908?l=alemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2787539940450261908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113797456893138009&amp;postID=2787539940450261908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2787539940450261908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113797456893138009/posts/default/2787539940450261908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alemess.blogspot.com/2008/11/suba.html' title='Suba!'/><author><name>Ale Freitag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11277554818820593746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAByMkgvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SYEpKya25ew/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZCJaL7Rhhc/STAHW9g5aSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MAQ_zt6Pgis/s72-c/1208484844kphmkm4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
