<?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-420453608925776781</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:32:21.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NandaFairy</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui é possivel sonhar. Levante as asas e sem medo, voe fundo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2595852974312447419</id><published>2008-11-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:24:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olá queridos amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu blog não está abandonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Passo aqui todos os dias, só não ando numa fase muito boa para postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim que melhor, volto com o mesmo entusiasmo de antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiquem com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até a volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-2595852974312447419?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2595852974312447419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2595852974312447419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2595852974312447419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2595852974312447419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/11/ol-queridos-amigos-meu-blog-no-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-8287605846077413151</id><published>2008-09-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:15:01.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SMAzKo4oFlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SYsp3BrBAwo/s1600-h/Sin+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo-1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246224125892178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SMAzKo4oFlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SYsp3BrBAwo/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; ... e a vida continua&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos são construídos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;saudades são armazenadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;lembranças são registradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e a vida continua.. .&lt;br /&gt;Momentos são vividos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;as adversidades acontecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;para o crescimento da alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e a vida continua...&lt;br /&gt;As ausências são sentidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nos amores que partiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nas lágrimas que deslizaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e a vida continua...&lt;br /&gt;A cada noite a esperança se renova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;na busca de um amanhecer iluminado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;trazendo novo sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e a vida continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-8287605846077413151?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/8287605846077413151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=8287605846077413151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8287605846077413151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8287605846077413151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SMAzKo4oFlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SYsp3BrBAwo/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4962582775198939852</id><published>2008-09-03T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:22:34.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SL8Nt_lGxTI/AAAAAAAAASU/4jqbkTQdksM/s1600-h/fairy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923575094887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SL8Nt_lGxTI/AAAAAAAAASU/4jqbkTQdksM/s400/fairy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Para Sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por que Deus permite que as mães vão-se embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mãe não tem limite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;é tempo sem hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;luz que não apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quando sopra o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e chuva desaba,veludo escondidona pele enrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;água pura, ar puro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;puro pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Morrer acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;com o que é breve e passasem deixar vestígio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mãe, na sua graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;é eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por que Deus se lembra- mistério profundo -de tirá-la um dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fosse eu Rei do Mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baixava uma lei:Mãe não morre nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ficará sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;junto de seu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e ele, velho embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;será pequenino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;feito grão de milho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4962582775198939852?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4962582775198939852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4962582775198939852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4962582775198939852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4962582775198939852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-sempre-por-que-deus-permite-que-as_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SL8Nt_lGxTI/AAAAAAAAASU/4jqbkTQdksM/s72-c/fairy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4966917068265788046</id><published>2008-08-31T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:51:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLpoGNEbVOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EsESCRbZj1A/s1600-h/eyetoeyeprintbig.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240615572195726562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLpoGNEbVOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EsESCRbZj1A/s400/eyetoeyeprintbig.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Universo cósmico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elementos em vibração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Energia, cores, perfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Centro mentor da transformação em circulos ascendentes de evolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dourada chama sagrada, fogo do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vibra em intensa harmonia na dança dos elementos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É a ópera da vida, criação, expressão real do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Está em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Magia... Perfeição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4966917068265788046?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4966917068265788046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4966917068265788046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4966917068265788046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4966917068265788046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/universo-csmico-elementos-em-vibrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLpoGNEbVOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EsESCRbZj1A/s72-c/eyetoeyeprintbig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4526505841961193473</id><published>2008-08-30T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:56:45.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLokQI11A8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EEblqfpQsSo/s1600-h/ATgAAADgNtXfLm1FsEM-O20xeBcP1glUCxyAjnKgrbDUGF2x0zI88996ygHrM8qBgQqq2Lw0x4sLhUgLJeI_Kq41gdP3AJtU9VD7yowVyCvpD7Ek5i4zP_kH9Us2IQ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240540976068756418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLokQI11A8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EEblqfpQsSo/s400/ATgAAADgNtXfLm1FsEM-O20xeBcP1glUCxyAjnKgrbDUGF2x0zI88996ygHrM8qBgQqq2Lw0x4sLhUgLJeI_Kq41gdP3AJtU9VD7yowVyCvpD7Ek5i4zP_kH9Us2IQ.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLoj8y5fpeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PDBZyC3DTk0/s1600-h/y1pvIGkTv0yOTpCAw88kX4ecUIpMpZovHe3K4hrZH4-G11CLloeFREsvpZfc0EJMjo__h0hbrXepdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Morrer Lentamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pablo Neruda   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;quem não lê&lt;br /&gt;quem não viaja,&lt;br /&gt;quem não ouve música,&lt;br /&gt;quem não encontra graça&lt;br /&gt;em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;quem destrói seu amor próprio,&lt;br /&gt;quem não se deixa ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;quem se transforma&lt;br /&gt;em escravo do hábito&lt;br /&gt;repetindo todos os&lt;br /&gt;dias os mesmos trajetos,&lt;br /&gt;quem não muda de marca,&lt;br /&gt;não se arrisca a&lt;br /&gt;vestir uma nova cor&lt;br /&gt;ou não conversa&lt;br /&gt;com quem não conhece.&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;quem evita uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;e seu redemoinho de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;justamente as que&lt;br /&gt;resgatam o brilho dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e os corações aos tropeços.&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;quem não vira a mesa&lt;br /&gt;quando está infeliz com&lt;br /&gt;o seu trabalho, ou amor,&lt;br /&gt;quem não arrisca o certo&lt;br /&gt;pelo incerto para ir&lt;br /&gt;atrás de um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;quem não se permite,&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos uma vez na vida,&lt;br /&gt;fugir dos conselhos sensatos...&lt;br /&gt;Viva hoje !&lt;br /&gt;Arrisque hoje !&lt;br /&gt;Faça hoje !&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe morrer lentamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLojqyIcB0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZxgngSWRXaM/s1600-h/hhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4526505841961193473?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4526505841961193473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4526505841961193473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4526505841961193473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4526505841961193473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/morrer-lentamente-pablo-neruda-morre.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLokQI11A8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EEblqfpQsSo/s72-c/ATgAAADgNtXfLm1FsEM-O20xeBcP1glUCxyAjnKgrbDUGF2x0zI88996ygHrM8qBgQqq2Lw0x4sLhUgLJeI_Kq41gdP3AJtU9VD7yowVyCvpD7Ek5i4zP_kH9Us2IQ.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2795540040605130867</id><published>2008-08-30T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:32:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLmfcqGWItI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_D2s9wtEIg/s1600-h/ns+tulipas.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240394956108341970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLmfcqGWItI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_D2s9wtEIg/s400/ns+tulipas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; As fadas... eu creio nelas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Umas são moças e belas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Outras, velhas de pasmar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Umas vivem nos rochedos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Outras, pelos arvoredos, outras, à beira do mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Algumas em fonte fria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Escondem-se, enquanto é dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Saem só ao escurecer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Outras, debaixo da terra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nas grutas verdes da serra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;É que se vão esconder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Umas têm mando nos ares; outras, na terra, nos mares; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E todas trazem na mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aquela vara famosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A vara maravilhosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A varinha de condão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O que elas querem, num pronto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fez-se ali! Parece um conto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mesmo de fadas... eu sei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;São condões, que dão à gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ou dinheiro reluzente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ou jóias, que nem um rei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ou deitam sortes na gente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O nariz faz-se serpente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A dar pulos, a crescer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; É-se morcego ou veado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E anda-se assim encantado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enquanto a fada quiser! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Quantas vezes, já deitado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mas sem sono, inda acordado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me ponho a considerar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que condão eu pediria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Se uma fada, um belo dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me quisesse a mim fadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Antero de Quintal&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/420453608925776781-2795540040605130867?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2795540040605130867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2795540040605130867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2795540040605130867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2795540040605130867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-fadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLmfcqGWItI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q_D2s9wtEIg/s72-c/ns+tulipas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-7783130638292161088</id><published>2008-08-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:49:01.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLhEIf1vEuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nS-XoBygkpw/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240013079222096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLhEIf1vEuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nS-XoBygkpw/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; "Viver uma experiência amorosa é um dos maiores prazeres da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gostar é sentir com a alma, mas expressar os sentimentos depende das idéias de cada um. Condicionamos o amor às nossas necessidades neuróticas e acabamos com ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vivemos uma vida tentando fazer com que os outros se responsabilizem pelas nossas necessidades enquanto nós nos abandonamos irresponsavelmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Queremos ser amados e não nos amamos, queremos ser compreendidos e não nos compreendemos, queremos o apoio dos outros e damos o nosso a eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando nos abandonamos, queremos achar alguém que venha preencher o buraco que nós cavamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A insatisfação, o vazio interior se transformam na busca contínua de novos relacionamentos, cujos resultados frustrantes se repetirão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cada um é o único responsável pelas próprias necessidades. Só quem se ama pode encontrar em sua vida 'Um Amor de Verdade'!" - Luiz Gasparetto Enviado por Hypatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E eu aprendi a me amar pela simples possibilidade de poder te amar e assim, me perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nanda Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-7783130638292161088?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/7783130638292161088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=7783130638292161088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/7783130638292161088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/7783130638292161088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/viver-uma-experincia-amorosa-um-dos_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLhEIf1vEuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nS-XoBygkpw/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4061846920878649008</id><published>2008-08-29T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:14:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLggHEY5UgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mWWpwOgxkP4/s1600-h/Absinth_Fairy_by_LadyTitia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973472254906882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLggHEY5UgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mWWpwOgxkP4/s400/Absinth_Fairy_by_LadyTitia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na janela do meu quarto tem uma fada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Asa de pirilampo, corpo de sereia, ela flutua na janela meio curvada como se quisesse me contar alguma coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A fada da janela do meu quarto usa chapéu de bruxa e parece soprar um beijo para alguém lá longe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na janela do meu quarto, uma pequena fada chamuscada por uma vela cor de rosa, toma conta das sombras que tentam entrar durante a noite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A pequena fada cabe na palma da mão usa chapéu de bruxa, mas esqueceu a varinha de condão. Diz ela que não precisa. Coisas de fadas modernas, encanta por si só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Com suas asas de pirilampo e corpo de sereia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Essa é a minha pequena fada chamuscada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Presa na janela, a vigiar por mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4061846920878649008?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4061846920878649008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4061846920878649008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4061846920878649008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4061846920878649008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/na-janela-do-meu-quarto-tem-uma-fada.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLggHEY5UgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mWWpwOgxkP4/s72-c/Absinth_Fairy_by_LadyTitia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6741865292578769663</id><published>2008-08-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:26:10.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLSQjUlte5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/onUA-f4R2DI/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238971203035429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLSQjUlte5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/onUA-f4R2DI/s400/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VIAGEM EM VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;O calor me adormece,&lt;br /&gt;cheiro de terra úmida&lt;br /&gt;me faz voar,&lt;br /&gt;faço-me primavera&lt;br /&gt;deixo meu corpo flutuar&lt;br /&gt;sou pétala&lt;br /&gt;levada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;você me vê,&lt;br /&gt;seu corpo me atrai&lt;br /&gt;feito imã,&lt;br /&gt;não me controlo&lt;br /&gt;num vôo rasante&lt;br /&gt;te devoro,&lt;br /&gt;mergulho,&lt;br /&gt;estranhamente&lt;br /&gt;respiro você,&lt;br /&gt;invado seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;viro estrela&lt;br /&gt;torno-me grande&lt;br /&gt;imenso sol&lt;br /&gt;claro,&lt;br /&gt;quente,&lt;br /&gt;confortável,&lt;br /&gt;meus pés&lt;br /&gt;fora do chão&lt;br /&gt;de repente&lt;br /&gt;um vento frio&lt;br /&gt;corta meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;acordo aflita&lt;br /&gt;percebo a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;faço-me outono&lt;/span&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/420453608925776781-6741865292578769663?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6741865292578769663/comments/default' title='Postar 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ruas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em busca de que não sei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;É essa imensidão celeste que me faz isso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desejava mesmo era voar alto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como já fiz em sonhos passados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheguei a planetas novos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encontrei pessoas como eu ou melhor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fisicamente semelhantes, mas o que eu buscava lá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;também não encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo para dentro da minha alma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em meditação profunda,vejo abismos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;avisto mares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;percebo minha pequenez,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me perco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque ninguém me encontra...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será preciso voar para fora de mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vôo sem volta!&lt;br /&gt;Quisera encontrar lugar onde a fortaleza da realização me invadisse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde as ondas de vida bravejassem contra meu ser remetendo-me à felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ah,vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor da minha alma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por vezes te sinto no sopro da noite,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão perto, que sinto teu hálito doce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e tão breve não sei mais onde estas.&lt;br /&gt;Em que Mundo te Encontras?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem buscar-me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu fui Criada para Amar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para te fazer feliz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para num verbo inexistente explodir de existência real,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;palpável,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;infinita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6138582653083167483?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6138582653083167483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6138582653083167483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6138582653083167483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6138582653083167483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/sem-voc-nesse-exato-momento-queria-sair.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLBWL0a650I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B2Sh9GkJWEo/s72-c/xulinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-1378894206589441063</id><published>2008-08-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:24:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn197/nandinha67/Animation1-1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn197/nandinha67/Animation1-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt; LUZ&lt;br /&gt;UM SOPRO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;UMA CHAMA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;RAIO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;DEUS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;UM PONTO DE LUZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;ME DESPI DE TUDO E DE TODO O MEU TEMPO E VIAJEI FEITO ENCANTO EM RAIOS NA BUSCA DO EQUILÍBRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;E QUEM SABE, O QUERER APENAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;SER LUZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;ENTENDI QUE JULGAVA-ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;UMA ALMA TÃO POBRE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;MAS, LUZ SE FEZ EM MIM E CRESCI SEGURA QUE ME ENCONTREI DEPOIS DE MUITA BUSCA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;RESUMINDO-ME APENAS EM UM LINDO RAIO DE LUZ.&lt;br /&gt;E FEITO UM SOPRO PEGUEI CARONA COM O VENTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;GANHEI ASAS E SOBREVOEI UMA ILUSÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;OU UMA VERDADE ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;FUI ATÉ OS TEMPLOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;SEGUI MINHA JORNADA E FIZ DAS PIRÂMIDES A MINHA MORADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;SERÁ QUE LÁ EU FUI GERADA ?!&lt;br /&gt;E ENQUANTO O MUNDO LÁ FORA SE AGITA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;ESTA LUZ QUE TRAGO COMIGO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;PÕE-SE APENAS A OLHAR PARA O HORIZONTE ILUMINANDO ASSIM OS CAMINHOS... NADA MAIS ME PRENDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;SOMENTE O TOQUE DA MÚSICA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;OS MOVIMENTOS ONDULANTES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;E A DOCE ARTE DE AMAR.&lt;br /&gt;LUZ ... ME FIZ LUZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;AQUELA QUE ASCENDE TREVAS E INCENDEIA A ESCURIDÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;BELEZA REFLETIDA APENAS NUM PONTO DE LUZ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;MAS QUE SE RESUME EM UM CLARÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;FOGO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;RAIO ENTRE MEUS OLHOS  QUE ME FAZ PRESENTE EM MEIO A ESCURIDÃO E SEM MEDOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;SINTO ME FELIZ... MAS POR MOMENTOS, SOFRIMENTO!&lt;br /&gt;MAS ESSA LUZ ACERTA O ALVO...E INSPIRA GRATIDÃO AO CRIADOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;ELA NÃO ME PEDE NADA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;DESLUMBRA-SE AO PERCORRER...TERRA, MAR, CÉU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;UM SOPRO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;MISTÉRIO DA VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;UMA CHAMA...PAIXÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt; UM RAIO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;OU QUEM SABE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;APENAS LUZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ivete Salomão&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/420453608925776781-1378894206589441063?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/1378894206589441063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=1378894206589441063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1378894206589441063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1378894206589441063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/luz-um-sopro.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-7505698137046349971</id><published>2008-08-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:24:23.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SLA5Ge1W8eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NTwnARBJmT8/s1600-h/0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237749150150750690" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKpWTodXBQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rLIn7EDUK4w/s400/DonaXu.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;O que é felicidade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apenas ver um sorriso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ver o mar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir o cheiro das rosas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir a brisa nos tocar?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir-nos amados? Dar amor?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade? Rir das nossas bobagens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Correr sem direção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brincar como criança?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Estar rodeado de amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrir com eles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Superar obstáculos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não lembrar das coisas tristes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ter a certeza de um novo amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Buscar a essência da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Senti-la em toda sua plenitude?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não procurar respostas? Tê-las no coração?&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Instantes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Histórias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Romances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tudo e muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Instantes... Momentos de nossas vidas... É sorrir... É chorar... É viver...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir tudo que a vida tem a nos oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É sorrir do que nos faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É sentir o que nos faz sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É esperar um amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É o amor sincero, sem culpa, sem mágoa, pleno, puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É lembrar de um sorriso de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da criança que nós fomos e que por vezes esquecemos de ter sido...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Estar ao lado de quem nos importa e de quem se importa conosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao lado de quem nos traz alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao lado de quem nos faz esquecer as coisas tristes&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olhar o mar na manhã ensolarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brincar com os animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olhar um casal que caminha junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fazer um castelo na areia desejando tudo de bom para si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir as ondas tocarem nossos pés e molhar-se com aquela água pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cantar e contar com os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ver o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ver as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sentir o céu lindo, com aquele azul profundo, tocar nossa face como um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não importa... O que de fato é pertinente, são os momentos que nos sentimos os mais abençoados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os momentos em que desejamos nunca mais acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aqueles momentos únicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em que algo brota em nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um sentimento inefável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Embriagante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Transformador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gratificante&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que procuremos a cada dia nossa felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esse bem precioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que nunca esqueçamos a sensação de tê-la conosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E, acima de tudo, apesar dos percalços da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nunca devemos parar de buscá-la e obtê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pois, a vida não possui sentido sem ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Esses momentos sublimes e indescritíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que nos deixam sem palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas com um misto de sentimentos bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E que nos tornam seres completos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-2968951717653159924?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2968951717653159924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2968951717653159924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2968951717653159924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2968951717653159924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_7244.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKpWTodXBQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rLIn7EDUK4w/s72-c/DonaXu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-1458835264364306734</id><published>2008-08-18T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:47:07.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKoX9vmbU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ECDBMx8KZpg/s1600-h/lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236023866288722850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKoX9vmbU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ECDBMx8KZpg/s400/lol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/420453608925776781-1458835264364306734?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKoX9vmbU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ECDBMx8KZpg/s72-c/lol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-252202564568566139</id><published>2008-08-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:55:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKkOi-sLuQI/AAAAAAAAANk/_NbGL5H-ms0/s1600-h/na+chuvaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235732035901569282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKkOi-sLuQI/AAAAAAAAANk/_NbGL5H-ms0/s400/na+chuvaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SKkNx697h3I/AAAAAAAAANc/pSidVBc12pA/s1600-h/na+chuva.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não me acostumo sem seus beijos&lt;br /&gt;E não sei viver sem seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que pouco tempo é muito&lt;br /&gt;Se estou longe dos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;E por isso eu te procuro tanto&lt;br /&gt;E te telefono a toda hora&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer mais uma vez "te amo"&lt;br /&gt;Como estou dizendo agora&lt;br /&gt;Faço qualquer coisa nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar um pouco do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, você é minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida eu também sei que sou&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais juntos&lt;br /&gt;Quem procura por você&lt;br /&gt;Sabe onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Olha, eu te amo tanto e você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de tudo se preciso&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver brilhar a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;No seu rosto esse sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Faço qualquer coisa nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar um pouco do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, você é minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida eu também sei que sou&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais juntos&lt;br /&gt;Quem procura por você&lt;br /&gt;Sabe onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Olha, eu te amo tanto e você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de tudo se preciso&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver brilhar a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;No seu rosto esse sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-252202564568566139?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pode invadir ou chegar com delicadeza,&lt;br /&gt;mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor mas ...&lt;br /&gt;permita que eu escove os dentes primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vida própria, me faça sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;conte algumas coisas que me façam rir, mas não conte piadas&lt;br /&gt;e nem seja preconceituoso, não perca tempo, cultivando&lt;br /&gt;este tipo de herança de seus pais.&lt;br /&gt;Viaje antes de me conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me um porto,&lt;br /&gt;um albergue da juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Eu saio em conta, você não gastará muito comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite nas verdades que digo e também nas mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;br /&gt;Respeite meu choro, me deixe sozinha, só volte quando eu chamar e,&lt;br /&gt;não me obedeça sempre que eu também gosto de ser contrariada.&lt;br /&gt;( Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta!&lt;br /&gt;Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os.&lt;br /&gt;Odeie a vida doméstica e os agitos noturnos.&lt;br /&gt;Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida,&lt;br /&gt;não de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra.&lt;br /&gt;Nem escravo meu, nem filho meu, nem meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Escolha um papel para você que ainda não&lt;br /&gt;tenha sido preenchido e o invente muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enlouqueça ao menos uma vez por mês,&lt;br /&gt;Goste de música e de sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Goste de um esporte não muito banal.&lt;br /&gt;Não invente de querer ter filhos, me carregar pra a missa,&lt;br /&gt;apresentar sua familia... isso a gente vê depois ... se calhar ...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você nervoso, inquieto,&lt;br /&gt;tenha amigos e digam muitas bobagens juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Não me conte seus segredos ... me faça massagem nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;Não fume, beba, chore, eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;br /&gt;Me rapte!&lt;br /&gt;Se nada disso funcionar ...&lt;br /&gt;experimente me amar !!!&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/420453608925776781-7599521898555796012?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/7599521898555796012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=7599521898555796012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/7599521898555796012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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olhe nos meus olhos e diga que sou tua mulher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que vc sopre mil baloes coloridos e faça deles pra mim, um lindo arco-íris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que corra e traga-me a rosa mais linda de um jardim distante, que só eu sei onde fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que faça amor comigo numa praia do futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que você nunca mais precise olhar o relógio, porque no nosso tempo, todo tempo é pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E no nosso atravessar, segure minha mão fortemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando ali chegarmos, daremos risadas de nós mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;por não termos vivido isso antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas nunca é tarde 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mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É ver as coisas de uma melhor forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É ter força para lutar, crer e vencer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É poder te olhar nos olhos da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te receber a cada chegada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ficar com saudades a cada ida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ter você...É ter a mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É olhar no meu coração e te ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nele pulsa minha vida...Pulsa você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4680988760989050185?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4680988760989050185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4680988760989050185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4680988760989050185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4680988760989050185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/08/ter-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJcBaIkkxnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qDwidhOuANM/s400/arte_mulher_lua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu amo o sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu amo meu sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sol que aquece minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sol que toca minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sol que me ilumina e me irradia&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/420453608925776781-6051594810653661988?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;A luz do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pega minha mão..&lt;br /&gt;Te levarei aos sonhos mais intensos,&lt;br /&gt;aos mais coloridos, numa mistura de sonho e realidade,&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida merece muito mais que uma natureza morta...&lt;br /&gt;convenções ou até mesmo acomodações.&lt;br /&gt;Não banalize tua existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você é capaz!&lt;br /&gt;Acredite no amor, não o tema.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes nos deixamos estagnar pelas entre linhas, que podem ter mil sentidos, buscando nas mesmas aquilo que queremos que o seja e nos cegamos para o óbvio, perdendo assim a oportunidade de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-1660632535832835357?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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âmago de uma flor, rugisse um leão, teria o camundongo medo da flor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não, não teria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pois o camundongo não é um camundongo e o leão, não é um leão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-3152500887560111357?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/3152500887560111357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=3152500887560111357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4242765748400703308</id><published>2008-08-01T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:14:31.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn197/nandinha67/fd1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn197/nandinha67/fd1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se pudesses ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sentir o que estou sentindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A dor é dilacerante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não há consolo, nem confortos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So o que eu queria era você comigo, como antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amo você hoje e amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn197/nandinha67/fd1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4242765748400703308?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4242765748400703308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4242765748400703308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJKTJunMMwI/AAAAAAAAAME/zIVGesEulHA/s1600-h/9094.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229403912671081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJKTJunMMwI/AAAAAAAAAME/zIVGesEulHA/s320/9094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulher guerreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou menina faceira...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se molda às circunstâncias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se lhe privam o prazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vira a guerreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não aceita imposições&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai em busca, indo a luta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para não se deixar morrer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulher faceira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menina guerreira &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer viver plenamente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buscando, amando, desejando, sonhando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sentindo o prazer de viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5616149765472133761?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5616149765472133761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5616149765472133761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5616149765472133761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5616149765472133761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/mulher-guerreira-ou-menina-faceira.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJKTJunMMwI/AAAAAAAAAME/zIVGesEulHA/s72-c/9094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5057607118098259079</id><published>2008-07-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:13:23.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJCuP5Hm_QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s22dCGyDdMI/s1600-h/y1pq08lIYkjVCVzOmW83S_EyM4yL8qekt_qKLRAa9JLuLr0juq7cApW5TcMlnmLiUqU6LaSYsx6U2I.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228870755431152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJCuP5Hm_QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s22dCGyDdMI/s320/y1pq08lIYkjVCVzOmW83S_EyM4yL8qekt_qKLRAa9JLuLr0juq7cApW5TcMlnmLiUqU6LaSYsx6U2I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Existem pessoasEstrelas e pessoas Cometas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os Cometas passam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apenas são lembrados pelas datas que passam e retornam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As Estrelas permanecem. Assim como o Sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Passam anos, milhões de anos, e as Estrelas permanecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há muita gente Cometa.... Gente que passa pela nossa vida apenas por instantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gente que não prende ninguém e a ninguém se prende. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sem amigos, gente que passa pela vida sem iluminar, sem aquecer, sem marcar presença. Importante é ser Estrela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Estar junto. Ser luz, calor, ser vida. Amigo é Estrela. Podem passar anos, podem surgir distâncias, mas a marca fica no coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O coração não quer enamorar-se de Cometas, aqueles que apenas atraem olhares passageiros... Ser cometa é ser companheiro por instantes, explorar os sentimentos humanos, ser aproveitador das pessoas e das situações....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A solidão é resultado de uma vida cometa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ninguém fica, todos passam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há necessidade de se criar um mundo de Estrelas. Para podermos contar com elas, senti-las como luz e calor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assim são os amigos, Estrelas na vida da gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;São aragem nos momentos de tensão e luz nos momentos de desânimo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ser Estrela nesse mundo passageiro, nesse mundo cheio de pessoas Cometas, é um desafio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5057607118098259079?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5057607118098259079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5057607118098259079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5057607118098259079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5057607118098259079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/existem-pessoasestrelas-e-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SJCuP5Hm_QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s22dCGyDdMI/s72-c/y1pq08lIYkjVCVzOmW83S_EyM4yL8qekt_qKLRAa9JLuLr0juq7cApW5TcMlnmLiUqU6LaSYsx6U2I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-579678562812193794</id><published>2008-07-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:03:35.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SI6IP1-vznI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_7si8tq-ASw/s1600-h/cid_35BC0214-C9F5-4345-93C0-0E27830.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266023193398898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SI6IP1-vznI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_7si8tq-ASw/s400/cid_35BC0214-C9F5-4345-93C0-0E27830.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Os ventos que às vezes levam algo que amamos são os mesmos ventos que nos trazem algo que aprendemos a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso, não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado, e sim aprender a amar o que nos foi dado, pois tudo que é realmente nosso o vento nunca irá levar."&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/420453608925776781-579678562812193794?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/579678562812193794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=579678562812193794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/579678562812193794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/579678562812193794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/os-ventos-que-s-vezes-levam-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SI6IP1-vznI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_7si8tq-ASw/s72-c/cid_35BC0214-C9F5-4345-93C0-0E27830.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-1081458721694696155</id><published>2008-07-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:05:12.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9610/novagif1mf3.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9610/novagif1mf3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Vida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é uma oportunidade, aproveita-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é beleza, admira-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é beatificação, saborei-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é sonho, torna-o realidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um desafio, enfrenta-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um dever, cumpre-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo, joga-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é preciosa, cuida-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é riqueza, conserva-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é amor, goza-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um mistério, desvela-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é promessa, cumpre-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tristeza, supera-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um hino, canta-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um combate, aceita-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tragédia, domina-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é aventura, afronta-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é felicidade, merece-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a VIDA, defende-a. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-1081458721694696155?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/1081458721694696155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=1081458721694696155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1081458721694696155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1081458721694696155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6268800487680670628</id><published>2008-07-27T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:16:17.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1CVGrDaRIvo/R_6xl525DnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kiLmwS6dMPQ/S692/fada_15toy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1CVGrDaRIvo/R_6xl525DnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kiLmwS6dMPQ/S692/fada_15toy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6268800487680670628?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6268800487680670628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6268800487680670628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6268800487680670628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6268800487680670628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1CVGrDaRIvo/R_6xl525DnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kiLmwS6dMPQ/s72-c/fada_15toy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6184666599489323661</id><published>2008-07-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:49:18.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIz6nRfYDdI/AAAAAAAAALk/SGO5Gp92kK8/s1600-h/elaine_of_shallot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227828820087147986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIz6nRfYDdI/AAAAAAAAALk/SGO5Gp92kK8/s400/elaine_of_shallot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Quem é este homem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quem tanto falo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em quem tanto penso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homem forte e frágil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amável, gentil, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amante a todo o momento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz parte do meu íntimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mora no meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Induz-me à criação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Envolve-me de romantismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este homem que se chama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enche-me de magia e,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo com os pés na terra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leva-me aos céus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transpõe-me às nuvens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pensando e vivendo este sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vivo a escrever poemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheios de frenesi e desejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por alguém que só existe no coração de um sonhador!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos meus sonhos, transbordo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No desejo de tê-lo como homem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chamado sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6184666599489323661?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6184666599489323661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6184666599489323661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6184666599489323661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6184666599489323661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/quem-este-homem-de-quem-tanto-falo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIz6nRfYDdI/AAAAAAAAALk/SGO5Gp92kK8/s72-c/elaine_of_shallot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-191537218018516302</id><published>2008-07-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:17:18.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIv18NC14SI/AAAAAAAAALU/ML9DskT-KF4/s1600-h/testando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227542207136129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIv18NC14SI/AAAAAAAAALU/ML9DskT-KF4/s400/testando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; E no acaso se fez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu te reconheci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o sol brilhou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a lua surgiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E somos um e somos dois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu em você e você em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre...&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/420453608925776781-191537218018516302?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/191537218018516302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=191537218018516302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/191537218018516302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/191537218018516302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-no-acaso-se-fez.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIv18NC14SI/AAAAAAAAALU/ML9DskT-KF4/s72-c/testando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2404706038816629070</id><published>2008-07-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:36:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIvtKp8v6eI/AAAAAAAAALM/zWOU_Lkn-q8/s1600-h/1250648811-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227532559808719330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIvtKp8v6eI/AAAAAAAAALM/zWOU_Lkn-q8/s400/1250648811-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lei Eterna da Vida:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Aquilo que pensa e sente, você dará forma;Onde está seu pensamento é onde você está;Pois você é a sua consciência;e naquilo em que medita, naquilo se tornará".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mestre Saint Germain)&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/420453608925776781-2404706038816629070?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2404706038816629070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2404706038816629070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2404706038816629070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2404706038816629070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/lei-eterna-da-vida-aquilo-que-pensa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIvtKp8v6eI/AAAAAAAAALM/zWOU_Lkn-q8/s72-c/1250648811-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5893934749175083099</id><published>2008-07-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:29:59.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIqLBL96BII/AAAAAAAAAK8/busXBXfvCxA/s1600-h/9.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227143170025456770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIqLBL96BII/AAAAAAAAAK8/busXBXfvCxA/s400/9.gif" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vento sobre minhas asas...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse correr mares e pudesse voar ares... correria para você e voaria para te ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse te tocar em meus sonhos e te abraçar em minhas lembranças, abraçaria todo o sentimento que te inclui e adormeceria na magia do momento que te possui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse, prenderia todos os instantes em que te encontrasse e se pudesse ainda, pararia o mundo, pra segurar um só segundo, em que estivesse em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, seu eu pudesse,viajar mares e ares,voar com o vento e correr contra o tempo, pra renascer o instante em que te conheci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se fosse possível, pudesse ainda... resgatar o momento em que te perdi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5893934749175083099?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5893934749175083099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5893934749175083099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5893934749175083099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5893934749175083099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/vento-sobre-minhas-asas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIqLBL96BII/AAAAAAAAAK8/busXBXfvCxA/s72-c/9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2190947452333667178</id><published>2008-07-25T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:54:14.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIpnLRG5soI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjBCHOxdbx4/s1600-h/fada34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103760785453698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIpnLRG5soI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjBCHOxdbx4/s320/fada34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O verdadeiro amor não é aquele que se alimenta de carinho e beijos, mas sim aquele que suporta a renúncia e consegue viver na saudade e na certeza desse amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-2190947452333667178?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2190947452333667178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2190947452333667178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2190947452333667178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2190947452333667178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-verdadeiro-amor-no-aquele-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIpnLRG5soI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjBCHOxdbx4/s72-c/fada34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6195309004959093396</id><published>2008-07-24T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:42:54.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIiiqEJGeqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4wNhGcNlmPY/s1600-h/ElfaBlu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226606211113581218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIiiqEJGeqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4wNhGcNlmPY/s320/ElfaBlu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; "... e desde então sou porque tu és, e desde então, és, sou e somos, e por amor serei, serás, seremos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6195309004959093396?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6195309004959093396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6195309004959093396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6195309004959093396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6195309004959093396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIiiqEJGeqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4wNhGcNlmPY/s72-c/ElfaBlu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-1836490758736651506</id><published>2008-07-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:55:45.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIdTEcRU3DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xbSZLwaH2Io/s1600-h/butterfly.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226237228360195122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIdTEcRU3DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xbSZLwaH2Io/s320/butterfly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto tua falta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perto de mim tão terno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com palavras meigas e doces a dizer “amor vem cá” bem juntinho de mim, deita aqui do meu lado direito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos esquecer o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Perto de ti… me sentia leve igual borboleta dourada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfumada igual a uma rubra rosa risonha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sapeca igual à criança que brincava feliz da vida, em seu lúdico mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tua doce guarida, coloquei toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eras todo ternura... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu abraço muito festivo e protetor sempre me envolvia soberano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As batidas do teu coração fortes e compassadas, afagavam meu ser em todas as horas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pura emoção!.&lt;br /&gt;Na saudade que me invade, a lembrança dos teus abraços. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intermináveis beijos doces e quentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua mão afagando meus cabelos, num cafúné que me fazia esquecer do mundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos nossos volteios em sensual dança de corpos plenos de desejos prementes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a liberdade foi preciso dar-te...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que voes alto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mesmo que longe de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te sentir ainda, um pouco mais feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/420453608925776781-1836490758736651506?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/1836490758736651506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=1836490758736651506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1836490758736651506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1836490758736651506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/sinto-tua-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIdTEcRU3DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xbSZLwaH2Io/s72-c/butterfly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2263191900191909072</id><published>2008-07-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:16:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIYxlIJc9wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f898Bb4bz44/s1600-h/15910332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918931522090754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIYxlIJc9wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f898Bb4bz44/s400/15910332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As pessoas não estão neste mundo para satisfazer as nossas expectativas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim como não estamos aqui,&lt;br /&gt;para satisfazer as delas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas não se precisam,&lt;br /&gt;elas se completam... não por serem metades,&lt;br /&gt;mas por serem inteiras, dispostas a dividir&lt;br /&gt;objetivos comuns, alegrias e vida.“&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/420453608925776781-2263191900191909072?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2263191900191909072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2263191900191909072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2263191900191909072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2263191900191909072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-pessoas-no-esto-neste-mundo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIYxlIJc9wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f898Bb4bz44/s72-c/15910332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-607260431112696601</id><published>2008-07-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:57:20.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIX0kxoOOcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KxClkFLiDUY/s1600-h/tantra-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225851855267838402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIX0kxoOOcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KxClkFLiDUY/s400/tantra-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Amar-te é me elevar a Ele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o encontro do meu EU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-607260431112696601?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/607260431112696601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=607260431112696601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/607260431112696601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/607260431112696601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar-te-me-elevar-ele-o-encontro-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIX0kxoOOcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KxClkFLiDUY/s72-c/tantra-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6475012505696136849</id><published>2008-07-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:43:39.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIXxRtIfpkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjhGUc2RxY0/s1600-h/AdriftByBang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848229108622914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIXxRtIfpkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjhGUc2RxY0/s400/AdriftByBang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Muitas vezes na vida precisamos tomar atitudes que vem contra tudo aquilo que queremos ou sonhamos, ainda assim... uma nova expectativa, um novo sonho... uma esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6475012505696136849?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6475012505696136849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6475012505696136849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6475012505696136849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6475012505696136849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/muitas-vezes-na-vida-precisamos-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIXxRtIfpkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjhGUc2RxY0/s72-c/AdriftByBang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-8832707263100203034</id><published>2008-07-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:45:12.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVzgNggPdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QOeBdn0rEzk/s1600-h/DonaXu.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225709939852328402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVzgNggPdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QOeBdn0rEzk/s400/DonaXu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela tem a força de toda uma vida e o mistério da morte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tece vento, cria asas, ri sozinha e canta para lua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela não precisa de roupas, de segredos, fala tudo, anda nua. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Põe magia na cama, na cozinha, fé na vida, luz ao norte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os pássaros que te revelam segredos pertencem à Ela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A voz que te sopra silenciosa vem Dela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A intuição é Dela e o amor e a paixão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fascínio da lua está com Ela, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela será teu céu e teu chão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mão estendida será Dela... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saliva na ferida, o abraço, o laço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O corpo nu que te aquecerá, a boca, o peito, a alma e os pés. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fúria, o sutil, a cura... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre rosa, pedra, ao invés. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é a origem do feminino... Ela é tudo o que for instintivo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alma de fada, carma de bruxa num corpo de Deusa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem sombra felina, quatro patas, têm garras e pêlos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela deixa rastros para que a siga... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sussurra em sonhos noturnos para que A decifre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela enche tua vida de sinais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que tenha vontade de encontrá-La, libertá-La e amá-La. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é a música, a poesia, a arte e o encanto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sopro, o tiro, cheiro de lama, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é de tudo um tanto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é selvagem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elfa, demônio, anjo, raposa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é a dona da matilha, amante e esposa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é tudo que nos mantém vivos quando achamos que chegamos ao fim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela sabe sentir, disfarçar e amar profundamente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe trazer para perto, sabe repelir, criar e destruir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é A que faz rir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela sabe o ponto para fazer o olho brilhar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o olho Dela brilha... e o dele também. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela dá mais sabor ao culto da paixão... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque Ela é celestial, selvagem, sublime. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá mais sentido a vida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo o casulo, as asas, o rumo e a libertação. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-8832707263100203034?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/8832707263100203034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=8832707263100203034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8832707263100203034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8832707263100203034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/ela-tem-fora-de-toda-uma-vida-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVzgNggPdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QOeBdn0rEzk/s72-c/DonaXu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5044655250753687617</id><published>2008-07-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:23:34.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVugHGGobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b2I05Yev35Y/s1600-h/morgan_brian-froud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704440572846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVugHGGobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b2I05Yev35Y/s200/morgan_brian-froud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas há tambem quem garanta que nem todas, só as de verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No fundo, isso não tem importância, o que interessa mesmo não é a noite em si, e sim os sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sonhos que o homem sonha sempre, em todos os lugares, em todas as épocas do ano, dormindo ou acordado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5044655250753687617?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5044655250753687617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5044655250753687617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5044655250753687617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5044655250753687617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-quem-diga-que-todas-as-noites-so-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVugHGGobI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b2I05Yev35Y/s72-c/morgan_brian-froud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-3391504426226393168</id><published>2008-07-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:06:21.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SH7gC5BObdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1kNZQqLLmAs/s1600-h/0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223858958066675154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SH7gC5BObdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1kNZQqLLmAs/s320/0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Os meus sentidos em você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O que vejo é assim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Olhos que sorriem com sinceridade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uma boca que traz promessas de beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que sem falar mostra o quanto pode inebriar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E apenas com o olhar sou capaz de amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ahhh... o que escuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tem sons vibrantes, harmoniosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uma voz que penetra em ondas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um sotaque encanta e faz sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E ouvindo, sou capaz de amar... E se pudesse tetear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Suaves toques iam desenhando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E contornando o corpo a ser descoberto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Manancial que eu faria deserto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mataria a sede nas mãos a tocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nas asas da imaginação sou capaz de amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O degustar é fictício. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Por isso tem sabor de fantasia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No palato vêm doces emoções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pensando nas velhas e novas paixões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As lembranças vem minha vida temperar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sentindo esse gosto de saudade, sou capaz de amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O cheiro... Você é inodoro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ou pode ter todos os cheiros bons do mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Posso trazer sua fragrância nas asas da imaginação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Invadindo e tecendo a atmosfera em profusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tem cheiro de “vontade”, de desejo profundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E num simples aspirar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sou capaz de amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Procuro não falar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E se por acaso eu fale, não me leve a mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pois na fala está a força das idéias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E essas podem desviar dos fatos e contatos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas se eu dissesse tudo que me passa á mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Com o engenho e arte da palavra a transbordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Com a minha poesia, você seria capaz de me amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Marly Bastos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SH7gC5BObdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1kNZQqLLmAs/s72-c/0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-9040951839572960279</id><published>2008-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:15:34.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Às vezes falamos o que não devemos falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ouvimos o que não devemos ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;choramos por algo que não devemos chorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sabe por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Às vezes amamos quem não devemos amar."&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/420453608925776781-9040951839572960279?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/9040951839572960279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=9040951839572960279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SHKXrEsBFqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fyT7ne5fYJA/s1600-h/anjos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220401684324357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SHKXrEsBFqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fyT7ne5fYJA/s320/anjos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Te amo tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais do que qualquer palavra diga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já não saberia mais viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sem o encanto destas horas de magia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Toda a beleza desta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Encontrei nos teus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Primavera se fez, de forma eterna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amor comanda e governa meus sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cada riso, cada gemido de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Em sinfonia, até meu gesto, já orquestra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A vida do teu lado é uma festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E a cada dia, mais amor, magia gesta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E te fizeste o sol, presença mais querida...&lt;br /&gt;Amores que solares nos dominam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mergulhos em nós mesmos, paz e glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Palavras tão sensíveis alucinamE mudam num momento nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas mais gostosas desatinam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E bebem desta fonte que em vanglória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Decerto em maravilha descortinam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trazendo em sonhos livres a vitória&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que se acabe a fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na orquestra dos problemas desta vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vagando noite afora em alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo a sinfonia sensual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Achando de uma vez, nossa saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No amor que revigora, sem igual...&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/420453608925776781-3272829502953957747?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SHKXrEsBFqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fyT7ne5fYJA/s72-c/anjos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-420741028812478671</id><published>2008-07-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:00:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogdosarquivos.blogger.com.br/tocha15.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-420741028812478671?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6644017208504153121</id><published>2008-07-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:56:28.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG_tokTi9iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GVvGEBn_W2A/s1600-h/Anjo13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219651774341903906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG_tokTi9iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GVvGEBn_W2A/s320/Anjo13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; SOU TEU ANJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Neste vale as montanhas dão-me paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A sensação de poder abraçar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adormeci e num instante fecundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despertei alada, a vida ficou para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sou como flores brancas livres ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não mais regressarei, apenas te esperarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando se têm asas é impreciso o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um dia, saberás ao certo o quanto te amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E amei com grandeza de espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fui feliz por este nosso convívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tua alma faz parte da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ligados estamos por divina linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nunca lamentes, agradeça e sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Junto a ti há uma luz que o guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O anjo que te guarda e protege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que de ti jamais esquece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6644017208504153121?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6644017208504153121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6644017208504153121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6644017208504153121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6644017208504153121'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG9dxvyhitI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hlt68m-rgKc/s1600-h/14-04-06_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219493602369047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG9dxvyhitI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hlt68m-rgKc/s320/14-04-06_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; Como acreditar nas palavras se as atitudes são inversas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-907391861498638147?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/907391861498638147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=907391861498638147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/907391861498638147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/907391861498638147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_3261.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG9dxvyhitI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hlt68m-rgKc/s72-c/14-04-06_1753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-3519569629923089317</id><published>2008-07-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:29:47.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência do meu ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG1JItessEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G3M8kJvgYIk/s1600-h/DonaXu.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218907957188407362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG1JItessEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G3M8kJvgYIk/s320/DonaXu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a essência do ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que na minha forma de ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;traz em versos a utopia de ser, amar e viver..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da essência do poeta, vivo somando ilusões aos meus dias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do Amor, vivo o sêmem da poesia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da vida, vivo a seiva da paixão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De mim, vivo apenas a ilusão!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da essência da criação, já nem sei quem sou..se homem, mulher, borboleta ou beija-flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sei apenas, que te busco encontrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em qualquer lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em qualquer esquina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desta ou de qualquer outra dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para entregar com ardor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este meu desvairado Amor!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thais Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-3519569629923089317?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/3519569629923089317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=3519569629923089317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/3519569629923089317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/3519569629923089317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/essncia-do-meu-ser.html' title='Essência do meu ser'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SG1JItessEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G3M8kJvgYIk/s72-c/DonaXu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-7733211689255272231</id><published>2008-07-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:43:12.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar você é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGz_lON8sOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DuOQoJ3iW4g/s1600-h/fairy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218827083152404706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGz_lON8sOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DuOQoJ3iW4g/s320/fairy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E continuo pelos céus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;guiada pelo seu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;abençoando e purificando meu dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;os prédios em forma de música, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as pessoas em forma de sonhos, com formas de doces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a vida como uma eterna bossa nova, repleta de muita felicidade e amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E em cada esquina o seu rosto tatuado, marcando o símbolo do amor eterno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu, como fiel amante  desse sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me faço a velejar sobre as nuvens, ao seu encontro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;num desespero incontrolável de vê-lo o quanto antes e poder dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sendo abençoada pelos seus olhos, que me despem prematuramente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pelo seus beijos, que perdoam meus pecados, purficando meu espírito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pelo seu cheiro, seu abraço, seu corpo, dignificando meu espírito e preenchendo minha vida com mais luz, paz, energia e amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Num desespero incontrolável pra dizer, com todas as letras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfatizando todas as sílabas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que te amo muito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;seja em qual forma me encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;em qual momento estiver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;você continuara a ser o que há de mais divino e celestial que há na minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu amor, minha vida, minha paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-7733211689255272231?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/7733211689255272231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=7733211689255272231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/7733211689255272231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/7733211689255272231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar-voc-assim.html' title='Amar você é assim...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGz_lON8sOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DuOQoJ3iW4g/s72-c/fairy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2441022273244463711</id><published>2008-07-02T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:07:09.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGvBgtl2kKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nxb6iOExP2o/s1600-h/fada55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218477360977186978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGvBgtl2kKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nxb6iOExP2o/s320/fada55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Ama, Confuso, cego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como a um poeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ama sem medo, pois aqui estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ama meu pequeno beija-flor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tua primavera bela, inquieta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que brilha na lágrima ilusória de trajetória curta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas que deixa um rastro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um perfume no ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-2441022273244463711?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/2441022273244463711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=2441022273244463711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2441022273244463711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/2441022273244463711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGvBgtl2kKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nxb6iOExP2o/s72-c/fada55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6252311534910766988</id><published>2008-07-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:35:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd319/giovanifrancesconi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cid_42CF23D2-ABF3-4C2F-98F4-C1C1276.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="beija flor" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd319/giovanifrancesconi/cid_42CF23D2-ABF3-4C2F-98F4-C1C1276.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não tenho mais medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sei que de todas as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;De todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;De todos os perfumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;De todos os encantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sou a tua predileta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6252311534910766988?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6252311534910766988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6252311534910766988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6252311534910766988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6252311534910766988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-medo.html' title='Sem medo...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6550680206324330170</id><published>2008-07-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:46:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGuwiYIDMpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2OqufKz5RvA/s1600-h/butterfly.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218458697877107346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGuwiYIDMpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2OqufKz5RvA/s320/butterfly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No mistério do sem-fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;equilibra-se um planeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E no planeta um jardim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e no jardim um canteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;no canteiro uma violeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e sobre ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;o dia inteiro entre o planeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e o sem-fim a asa de uma borboleta.&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles&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/420453608925776781-6550680206324330170?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6550680206324330170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6550680206324330170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6550680206324330170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6550680206324330170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-mistrio-do-sem-fim-equilibra-se-um_8370.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGuwiYIDMpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2OqufKz5RvA/s72-c/butterfly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6175134621465700437</id><published>2008-07-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:35:33.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdoa-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGre6tsIVhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P9UQRNqKCFQ/s1600-h/Dark-Elfe-revoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218228218540611090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGre6tsIVhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P9UQRNqKCFQ/s320/Dark-Elfe-revoy.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Perdoa-me se não sou nobre o suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se te amo mais que a tudo nessa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se te vejo sofrer pela tua divisão e de ti não posso abrir mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como abrir mão do próprio ar que respiro, do pulsar de minhas veias, perdoa-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se construi castelos e bosques encantados de amor e paz para nos abrigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se te faço sol dos meus dias e acalento das minhas noites vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me por assim te amar e por ti aguardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se sou como sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se sinto na intensidade do fogo que queima, na brasa que fere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdoa-me se não calo fundo e grito ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que eu amo você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amor, perdoa-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/420453608925776781-6175134621465700437?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6175134621465700437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6175134621465700437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6175134621465700437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGqh9wJVGBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mcyD7KordeU/s1600-h/Peeking_DryadJhoneil%20Centeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218161200530266130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGqh9wJVGBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mcyD7KordeU/s320/Peeking_DryadJhoneil%2520Centeno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; Ás vezes somos fadas do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;aquela, que reúne dentro do peito, amore solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; Amor que queremos compartilhar, dividir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; expandir por todo o universo de nós mesmas e dos outros tabém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Solidão de sentirmos aquele aperto no coração pois não temos, ou não vemos alguém para compartilhar nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Estou sempre na busca e na certeza que vou encontrar aquele que me completará por toda a minha existência... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sendo assim, nunca me desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;pois o amor é como um lugar ao sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; um dia todos nós encontramos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGkrshXLRBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QTS8pl-I8Wc/s320/134334pbja8dzq9h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Já não sei retomar inquieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o voo inacabado do sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Já não sei mais escrever o teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nas esquinas impacientes da espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Já não sei afirmar o desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em metáforas planáticas de paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passou o tempo do tempo parado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;numpoema cansado de esperar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5666760581644395718?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5666760581644395718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso ser leve como a brisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;depende de quando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e como VOCÊ me ve passar!&lt;/em&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/420453608925776781-2858904746433976340?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6472398627284715221</id><published>2008-06-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:07:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha alma gêmea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGaLTFzCVMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a4gadqfqAik/s1600-h/27973575.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217010378445313218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGaLTFzCVMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a4gadqfqAik/s320/27973575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alma gêmea de minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Flor de luz de minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sublime estrela caída &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das belezas da amplidão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu errava no mundo... Triste e só, no meu caminho, Chegaste devagarinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; E encheste-me o coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinhas na benção das flores Da divina claridade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terce-me a felicidade Em sorrisos de esplendor! És meu tesouro infinito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro-te eterna aliança &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque sou tua esperança, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como és todo meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Alma gêmea de minha alma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu te perder algum dia... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei tua eterna agonia, Da saudade nos seus véus... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um dia me abandonares &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luz terna dos meus amores, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei de esperar-te, entre as flores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da claridade dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6472398627284715221?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6472398627284715221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6472398627284715221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6472398627284715221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6472398627284715221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-alma-gmea.html' title='Minha alma gêmea'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGaLTFzCVMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a4gadqfqAik/s72-c/27973575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2338305091394248064</id><published>2008-06-28T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:02:50.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem que te quero bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.animakut.com/8c76a5433b08928dbbff3cbd770848ce.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGWozWpEjOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h3BCMvLVhd4/s320/wizzlemeetsafairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As fadas são seres de puro amor, paz e amizade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De bondade e respeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas cuidado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais tente ver uma fada brava...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela pode te transformar num SAPO!&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/420453608925776781-5615511512475803822?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5615511512475803822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5615511512475803822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5615511512475803822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5615511512475803822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/mira.html' title='Mira'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGWozWpEjOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h3BCMvLVhd4/s72-c/wizzlemeetsafairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-3403183341667093244</id><published>2008-06-27T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:25:31.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGWg4NyhA1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RaXcxRDJDuE/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPyKNguxXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oxl0nf8_iYY/s320/quixote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Sem-Razões do Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não precisas ser amante, e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amor é estado de graça e com amor não se paga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amor é dado de graça, é semeado no vento, na cachoeira, no elipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amor foge a dicionários e a regulamentos vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Porque amor não se troca, não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada, feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amor é primo da morte, e da morte vencedor, por mais que o matem (e matam)a cada instante de amor.  &lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6655181860697913521?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6655181860697913521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6655181860697913521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6655181860697913521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6655181860697913521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/quem-eu-amo.html' title='A quem eu amo'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPyKNguxXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oxl0nf8_iYY/s72-c/quixote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4244572791569199615</id><published>2008-06-26T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:44:25.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPxK3YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uweRx0p_Nns/s1600-h/thedrdamduster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216277962392909074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPxK3YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uweRx0p_Nns/s320/thedrdamduster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; O Amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Olhe o dia amanhecendo e você vai sentir que, em quase tudo, há anjos tecendo o alvorecer.&lt;br /&gt;Uns são raios de sol que vêm descendo, para iluminar o que de bom a gente sonha fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Outros são canções suaves que quando em silêncio, a gente ouve em toda fonte que jorra, em cada onda que bate,em cada sopro de vento, em cada silvo selvagem,em cada bicho que corre, em cada flor ao nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Eles são fontes de energia e proteção, presentes em seus planos, desejos, vontades, em tudo o que o amanhecer inspira.&lt;br /&gt;Só que é preciso fechar os olhos para ver, e ouvir o coração dizendo que a gente é como gota d'água, nesse mar imenso do universo, com o poder infinito de transformar o que é invisível em cores do arco-íris.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cada manhã dá luz a um novo dia, mas é você quem faz nascer a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(DA)&lt;/span&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/420453608925776781-4244572791569199615?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4244572791569199615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4244572791569199615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4244572791569199615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4244572791569199615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amanhecer-olhe-o-dia-amanhecendo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPxK3YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uweRx0p_Nns/s72-c/thedrdamduster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-180245381782398284</id><published>2008-06-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:30:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPuRcxp9TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rnlH81n3An8/s1600-h/a6acd08a2cca0411f6de5415dfe09f86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216274776974816562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPuRcxp9TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rnlH81n3An8/s320/a6acd08a2cca0411f6de5415dfe09f86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha amarela, mas há aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol. (Pablo Picasso) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;A morte não é a maior perda da vida. A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de nos enquanto vivemos. (Norman Cuisins) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Faz a tua ausência para que alguém sinta a tua falta. Mas não prolongue demais para que esse alguém não sinta que pode viver sem você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Flóra Cavalcanti) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;O homem não morre quando deixa de viver, mas sim quando deixa de amar. (Charles Chaplin) Amar é encontrar na felicidade de outrem a própria felicidade. (Gottfried Leibnitz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Amar é encontrar na felicidade de outrem a própria felicidade. (Gottfried Leibnitz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;A flor que me oferecestes, cheirava a mel (Cora Coralina) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sejas forte, não como o vento que a tudo destrói, mas como a rocha que a tudo suporta "Digno de admiração é aquele que tendo tropeçado ao dar o primeiro passo, levanta-se e segue em frente."( Carlos Fox) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"As reticências são os três primeiros passos do pensamento que continua por conta própria o seu caminho"( Mário Quintana ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Assim como a semente traça a forma e o destino da árvore, os teus próprios desejos é que te configuram a vida." (Emmanuel) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Aqueles que amamos nunca morrem; apenas partem antes de nós." (A. Nervo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;" Me ame quando eu menos merecer, pois é quando eu mais preciso" (Provérbio chinês") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"O amor é a melhor música na partitura da vida.Sem ele você será um eterno desafinado no imenso coral da humanidade." (Roque Schneider ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A vida só pode ser compreendida olhando-se para trás; mas só pode ser vivida olhando-se para a frente." "Muitas pessoas perdem as pequenas alegrias enquanto aguardam a grande felicidade.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Pearl S. Buck "Nunca ande pelo caminho traçado, pois ele conduz somente até onde os outros foram." (Grahan Bell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Sempre há um pouco de loucura no amor, porém sempre há um pouco de razão na loucura".(F. Nietzshe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Fiz um acordo de coexistência pacífica com o tempo: Nem ele me persegue, nem eu fujo dele, um dia a gente se encontra" (Mário Lago) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;“Ha pessoas que nos falam e nem as escutamos; há pessoas que nos ferem e nem cicatrizes deixam.Mas há pessoas que, simplesmente, aparecem em nossa vida e que marcam para sempre...(Cecília Meireles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"O amor é a força mais abstrata, e também a mais potente, que há no mundo" (Mahatma Gandhi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existemmomentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis. (Fernando Pessoa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Corajoso não é aquele que decide suicidar-se para mostar que tem coragem, mas aquele que opta por viver e enfrentar todos os obstáculos da vida!" (Carol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;“Não ame pela beleza, pois um dia ela acaba. Não ame por admiração, pois um dia você se decepciona...Ame apenas, pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um amor sem explicação!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Amo a liberdade, por isso...Deixo as coisas que amo livres ...Se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei, ...Se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí. (John Lennon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Os poderosos podem matar uma, duas ou três rosas, mas jamais conseguirão deter a primavera inteira (Che Guevara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Amor é quando as diferenças não são mais capazes de separar. (J. de Bourbon Busset) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;O amor não é apenas um sentimento:é também uma arte. (H. de Balzac) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;O que há de admirável no amor é que quando um se dedica ao outro, esquecem-se de si mesmos.(M Corday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Amor masculino é singular; feminino é plural.(C. Aveline)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;O amor é sempre a inquietação de quem ama. (M. Achard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Não existe um caminho para a felicidade. A felicidade é o caminho." (Gandhi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Nada que é feito com amor é pequeno ou sem valor." (J. Hamilton M. César) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"O rio somente alcança seus objetivos porque aprendeu a superar os obstáculos; seja como ele." (Lenira Poli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Uma criança é o amor que se tornou visível." (Novalis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A possibilidade de realizarmos um sonho é o que torna nossa vida interessante." (Paulo Coelho) "O futuro pertence aqueles que acreditam na beleza dos seus sonhos." (Eleanor Roosevelt) "Duas coisas indicam fraqueza: calar-se quando é preciso falar, e falar quando é preciso calar-se." (Provérbio Persa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Em vão buscaremos ao longe a felicidade. se não a cultivarmos dentro de nós mesmos." (Rousseau) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Lamentar uma dor passada, no presente, é criar outra dor e sofrer novamente." (Shakespeare) O Sorriso é algo muito precioso para ficar oculto em seu rosto!" (Nívea Motta)&lt;br /&gt;" O verdadeiro amigo é aquele que aparece quando todos já foram embora! " "Se você viver cem anos eu quero viver cem anos menos um dia, assim nunca terei de viver sem você"- Winnie Pooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"O amor e a verdade estão unidos entre si, como as faces de uma moeda. É impossível separá-los. São as forças mais abstratas e mais poderosas desse mundo." (Mahatma Gandhi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Que a nossa mensagem seja a nossa própria vida." (Mahatma Gandhi) "Se cada um dos seus dias for uma centelha de luz, no fim da vida você terá iluminado uma boa parte do mundo."(Merlo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"É no coração do homem que reside o princípio e o fim de todas as coisas" (Tolstoi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Celebrar a vida é somar amigos, experiências e conquistas, dando-lhes sempre algum significado" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"O maravilhoso da fantasia é nossa capacidade de torná-la realidade" "Quem não pode o que quer, queira o que pode" (Leonardo da Vinci) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"As pessoas são solitárias porque constroem muros ao invés de pontes" "Se nós não tivéssemos defeitos, não teríamos tanto prazer em notá-los nos outros" (La Rochefoucauld) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Se deres as costas à luz, nada mais verás além do que tua própria sombra..." "O vôo até a Lua não é tão longo. As distâncias maiores que devemos percorrer estão dentro de nós mesmos" "Mire as suas metas na lua. Porque, se você errar, ainda vai estar entre as estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"-Quando o hoje, for para você, apenas uma lembrança, tenha certeza que o meu coração, será seu, eternamente." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Quando se ama de verdade, nem sempre a reciprocidade é tudo, o importante é que o ser amado, esteja infinitamente Feliz." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Não preciso me drogar para ser um gênio; Não preciso ser um gênio para ser humano; Mas preciso do seu sorriso para ser feliz." Charles Chaplin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"As pessoas entram em nossas vidas por acaso, mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem." "Se cada vez que eu pensasse em você, caísse um pedacinho de mim: - epa!... cadê eu?" "Covarde não é aquele que chora por amor, e sim aquele que não ama por medo de chorar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"As mais lindas coisas da vida, não podem ser vistas nem tocadas mas sim sentidas pelo coração" "Se não houver frutos, valeu a beleza das flores; se não houver flores, valeu a sombra das folhas; se não houver folhas, valeu a intenção da semente." Maurício Ceolin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;" Eu me sentia derrotado por não ter sapatos, até que certo dia encontrei um homem que não tinha pés " Harols Abbott &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Se os homens fossem bondosos, verdadeiros, afáveis, íntegros e sagazes...Então teríamos o paraíso na humanidade..." Confúcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Nos olhos do jovem arde a chama. Nos do velho brilha a luz." (Victor Hugo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A mentira que beneficia vale mais do que a verdade que molesta." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Não existe nada de completamente errado no mundo, mesmo um relógio parado, consegue estar certo duas vezes por dia." (Paulo Coelho) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Tudo vale a pena quando a alma não é pequena." (Fernando Pessoa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Não mostre ao seu Deus o tamanho do seu problema, mostre ao seu problema o tamanho do seu Deus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;" As quatro coisas que não voltam para trás: A pedra atirada, a palavra dita, a ocasião perdida, e o tempo passado ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"As melhores coisas da vida, não podem ser vistas nem tocadas, mas sim sentidas pelo coração" "Se a criança não receber a devida atenção, em geral, quando adulta, tem dificuldade de amar seus semelhantes." (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Quando morremos, nada pode ser levado conosco, com a exceção das sementes lançadas por nosso trabalho e do nosso conhecimento". (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A essência de toda a vida espiritual é a emoção que existe dentro de você, é a sua atitude para com os outros". (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Se o seu coração é absoluto e sincero, você naturalmente se sente satisfeito e confiante, não tem nenhuma razão para sentir medo dos outros". (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Se você quer transformar o mundo, experimente primeiro promover o seu aperfeiçoamento pessoal e realizar inovações no seu próprio interior." (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Fale a verdade, seja ela qual for, clara e objetivamente, usando um toque de voz tranqüilo e agradável, liberto de qualquer preconceito ou hostilidade". (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Mantenham a mente aberta, assim como a capacidade de se preocupar com a humanidade e a consciência de fazer parte dela" (Dalai-Lama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Se seus sonhos estiverem nas nuvens, não se preocupe, pois eles estão no lugar certo; agora construa os alicerces" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A alegria está na luta, na tentativa, no sofrimento envolvido. Não na vitória propriamente dita." (Mahatma Gandhi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-180245381782398284?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/180245381782398284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=180245381782398284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/180245381782398284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/180245381782398284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGPuRcxp9TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rnlH81n3An8/s72-c/a6acd08a2cca0411f6de5415dfe09f86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-763399437494921143</id><published>2008-06-24T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:23:39.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade do imaginário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGFIxQRcnYI/AAAAAAAAADc/8c__Xqm13Tw/s1600-h/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215529854490680706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGFIxQRcnYI/AAAAAAAAADc/8c__Xqm13Tw/s320/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Havia uma garota que sonhava com um conto de fadas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde o final nunca seria triste,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; onde o amor enfim existisse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Escolheu seu príncipe, como quem escolhe o sabor do suco, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas nem sempre o suco é do sabor escolhido, e nem sempre há coragem para pedir o sabor preferido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Estava disposta a deixar de gostar dos seus gostos, para gostar dos gostos dele...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; estava disposta a esconder seus sonhos se estes fossem ridículos aos olhos dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planejou o futuro, com flores por todos os lados...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; com sonhos em todas as cerejas, mas esqueceu de avisa-lo e por pura falta de coragem esqueceu de conquista-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o mundo não esperou a coragem saiu em frente na vantagem, e levou com ele o príncipe dos sonhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; levou com ele a felicidade, e deixou com ela apenas a saudade de tudo aquilo que não foi realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; D.A&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/420453608925776781-763399437494921143?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/763399437494921143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=763399437494921143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/763399437494921143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/763399437494921143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/saudade-do-imaginrio.html' title='Saudade do imaginário'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGFIxQRcnYI/AAAAAAAAADc/8c__Xqm13Tw/s72-c/148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5100143870745089787</id><published>2008-06-24T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:33:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEvOKJwkNI/AAAAAAAAADM/3XM2USxjbMQ/s1600-h/spring_final.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215501763761705170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEvOKJwkNI/AAAAAAAAADM/3XM2USxjbMQ/s320/spring_final.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; No silêncio da noite, me vejo a vagar a sonhar. No espaço a olhar o cèu prateado de estrelas a reluzir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico a meditar minhas fantasias de Amor e Paixão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus com sua mão tão poderosa, para fazer um planeta tão maravilhoso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planeta cheio de mágias e mistérios.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa imensidão me vejo vagando como um Anjo transparente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voando por todos os espaços de luz reluzente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperando para o encontro de algo que estou a procura, e que não sei o porque de tudo isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, estou a procura do meu desejo de voar nas asas de um Anjo, indo em busca da minha estrela menina, que se tornou uma fada da nossa mágia e sedução.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria Aparecida Macedo&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/420453608925776781-5100143870745089787?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5100143870745089787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5100143870745089787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5100143870745089787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5100143870745089787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-silncio-da-noite-me-vejo-vagar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEvOKJwkNI/AAAAAAAAADM/3XM2USxjbMQ/s72-c/spring_final.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-8429348920236553299</id><published>2008-06-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:09:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua que te dei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEplIZtV1I/AAAAAAAAADE/lyEC4zgxXJc/s1600-h/moongoddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495561358956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEplIZtV1I/AAAAAAAAADE/lyEC4zgxXJc/s320/moongoddess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lua, tu és bela e prateada, cheia de brilhos cintilantes, fica a espera dos amantes na procura, do teu bem querer!&lt;br /&gt;Lua linda e graciosa, te vejo no céu a sorrir, pedindo passagem, para que todos possam se enamorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem Lua, vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero amar também&lt;br /&gt;Lua, que brilha no céu de minh'alma, vem iluminar os caminhos da minha vida, para poder amar perdidamente, e cair nos braços do meu amado!&lt;br /&gt;Vem, Lua !Vem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quero te dar calor, ternura, e beijos ardentes, quero clamor e paixão, para suportar a dor da saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maria Aparecida Macedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-8429348920236553299?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/8429348920236553299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=8429348920236553299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8429348920236553299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/8429348920236553299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/lua-que-te-dei.html' title='A Lua que te dei'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEplIZtV1I/AAAAAAAAADE/lyEC4zgxXJc/s72-c/moongoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-3421388961645768064</id><published>2008-06-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:57:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beija Flor eu quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEmxAegspI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G-vROUSHryY/s1600-h/f8303384e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215492466855162514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEmxAegspI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G-vROUSHryY/s320/f8303384e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt; Beija Flor Eu Quero Ser...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser aquele Beija Flor que tanto conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Beija Flor de Asas coloridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que está sempre em minha varanda,a tomar seu néctar de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Quero ser esse Beija Flor que ilumina os dias meus.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser esse Beija Flor que me traz esperança nos dias meus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Beija Flor da bondade, meigo e alegre,como sempre és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vem, Beija Flor,&lt;br /&gt;Vem para o meu convívio, onde te darei todas as flores do meu jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Te darei calor, Paz, Harmonia, em nossos momentos de rara beleza e esplendor...&lt;br /&gt;Vem,Beija Flor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Na palma da minha mão,para que eu possa sentir o teu corpinho bem juntinho de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vem, Beija Flor...&lt;br /&gt;Maria Aparecida Macedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-3421388961645768064?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/3421388961645768064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=3421388961645768064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/3421388961645768064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/3421388961645768064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/beija-flor-eu-quero-ser.html' title='Beija Flor eu quero ser...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGEmxAegspI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G-vROUSHryY/s72-c/f8303384e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6922338530192691065</id><published>2008-06-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:45:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB7bytSgkI/AAAAAAAAACw/8O476fz9Jrk/s1600-h/ATgAAAAu1O9NCYB5Kqo9sR3N256ajDBF-kmGcXiml4kR9lWcVeOPKhcd3gEnDklrq14XTx8kVnCqnFGRgkFBaAjFH3srAJtU9VAK9XNImzbKx6OtOp9yIemJgAb6FQ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215304085893448258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB7bytSgkI/AAAAAAAAACw/8O476fz9Jrk/s320/ATgAAAAu1O9NCYB5Kqo9sR3N256ajDBF-kmGcXiml4kR9lWcVeOPKhcd3gEnDklrq14XTx8kVnCqnFGRgkFBaAjFH3srAJtU9VAK9XNImzbKx6OtOp9yIemJgAb6FQ.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O vento ruge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urgente é a necessidade do apego, do apelo, do destroçar o tempo, do cobiçar o caminho urgente do vento que ruge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urgente é negociar a vida, procurar saídas, esquecer partidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urgente é viver sem medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urgente é viver com tempo.Urgente é viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há gente que vive urgente sem o apego à vida, sem o apego ao tempo, sem dar tempo à vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há gente que só vive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há gente que só vive só, que só sonha só, que vive sonhando só sem sentir que o vento urgente traz o tempo para ser vivido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vivo o momento agora que me dá prazer de correr com o vento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vivo o tempo presente que me traz a paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vivo só.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marco Dias&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/420453608925776781-6922338530192691065?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6922338530192691065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6922338530192691065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6922338530192691065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6922338530192691065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/urgncia.html' title='Urgência'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB7bytSgkI/AAAAAAAAACw/8O476fz9Jrk/s72-c/ATgAAAAu1O9NCYB5Kqo9sR3N256ajDBF-kmGcXiml4kR9lWcVeOPKhcd3gEnDklrq14XTx8kVnCqnFGRgkFBaAjFH3srAJtU9VAK9XNImzbKx6OtOp9yIemJgAb6FQ.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-1189555786250899227</id><published>2008-06-23T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:28:23.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB3bhPC2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/sDLSno69hOw/s1600-h/orange.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215299683156679282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB3bhPC2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/sDLSno69hOw/s320/orange.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo você nos meus dias e nos meus sonhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você nunca vai entender, talves nunca chegue a alcançar... O porquê de tanto te amar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É algo mais que um simples gostar, um simples querer perto estar, um simples sentir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar você é viver!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendo com suas tristezas e alegrias, suas manias... com suas virtudes e defeitos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me faz crescer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a cada degrau... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais perto Dele você me faz chegar...&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/420453608925776781-1189555786250899227?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/1189555786250899227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=1189555786250899227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1189555786250899227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/1189555786250899227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-amo-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB3bhPC2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/sDLSno69hOw/s72-c/orange.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5755865515287621310</id><published>2008-06-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:21:24.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB1UTwx-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rk43XMZ0blE/s1600-h/circulos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215297360257742930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB1UTwx-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rk43XMZ0blE/s320/circulos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva sem medos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles não nos levam a nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levanta, vem para o que pulsa, para o que move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descansar é bom, mas ibernar é para ursos que nada mais fazem e sabem na vida, a não ser comer e dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixa que sua vida se perca entre as tristezas... pensamentos pequenos, sentimentos não correspondidos, insatisfações pessoais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo isso é pequeno demais diante do que você &lt;strong&gt;ainda&lt;/strong&gt; tem dentro de você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a mesma clama... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escuta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIVA!!!&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/420453608925776781-5755865515287621310?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5755865515287621310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5755865515287621310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5755865515287621310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5755865515287621310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB1UTwx-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rk43XMZ0blE/s72-c/circulos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5317204963897649911</id><published>2008-06-23T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:14:53.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na vitória do Amor Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB0IszdaaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iHLGAILyvTE/s1600-h/Amor-012.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215296061309807010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB0IszdaaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iHLGAILyvTE/s320/Amor-012.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como fada me consagrei, irei ao teu encontro, anjo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei nos céus, a tua procura, para poder me embalar em tuas asas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como anjo te espero ver-te chegando no meu céu. Minha brancura é o sinal da paz que te darei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irei com o destino para te ver, pelo caminho das estrelas do meu infinito, para buscar nossas almas, para o encontro de nossa Paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem retas ou traços marcados, nessa viagem rumo ao estelar,tens a bússola de uma fada&lt;br /&gt;Seu caminho é o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brilharemos, como sol dourado.&lt;br /&gt;E com um arco-íris, bebendo água no riacho, sentaremos e ficaremos unidos, contemplando toda essa beleza.Não existirá chuvas, nem lágrimas em nosso manancial de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse cenário lindo e perfeito, somos a luz que irradia calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ao findar este encontro, voltaremos para o nosso céu, a procura do nosso grande despertar, junto de nossas estrelas cintilantes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu como Fada,você como Anjo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse retorno de glória, teremos a certeza, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Seremos únicos e inseparáveis, nessa história angelical.&lt;br /&gt;Num lindo conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Na vitória do AmorAfinal....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria Anjinha &amp;amp; Eliane Gonçalves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5317204963897649911?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5317204963897649911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5317204963897649911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5317204963897649911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5317204963897649911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-vitria-do-amor-final.html' title='Na vitória do Amor Final'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGB0IszdaaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iHLGAILyvTE/s72-c/Amor-012.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4792379219444106282</id><published>2008-06-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:11:04.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores no mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBzJIZ6WuI/AAAAAAAAABw/ccznGP8kkts/s1600-h/gtfgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215294969207216866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBzJIZ6WuI/AAAAAAAAABw/ccznGP8kkts/s320/gtfgt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vou jogar no mar, flores para te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pelas águas do oceano vou te ter, em meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Levarei flores para te coroar, enfeitar teu corpo, para me embalar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te darei beijos suaves e calientes, para emergir o nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E no embalo da onda, chegaremos ao nosso encontro, onde encontraremos o sol a brilhar, nos beijando a cada segundo, com seus raios dourados para nos acalentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Flores ao mar vou levar, para te ofertar, com todo o meu amor, e esplendor de minh'alma para te harmonizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Levarei para ti, toda a ternura de um amor apaixonado e real para te dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te terei sobre o meu olhar, te mirando e apreciando toda a beleza no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jogarei todas as flores, no mar.E pelo o azul do mar, chegarei perto de ti, levarei comigo nossas lembranças de um amor vivido, um amor azul da cor do mar, onde encontraremos todas as nossas recordações sentidas, no mar azul do nosso amar!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maria Aparecida Macedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-4792379219444106282?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4792379219444106282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4792379219444106282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4792379219444106282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4792379219444106282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/flores-no-mar.html' title='Flores no mar'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBzJIZ6WuI/AAAAAAAAABw/ccznGP8kkts/s72-c/gtfgt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6124495477262646312</id><published>2008-06-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:06:02.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBx3P8LpnI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q70zV17JHzk/s1600-h/Fada_522965563_065_fada.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215293562480731762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBx3P8LpnI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q70zV17JHzk/s320/Fada_522965563_065_fada.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei que estava caminhando, num caminho que não tinha fim. Caminhava descalça. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhava para um lado, só via margaridas, em todo o redor, de todas as tonalidades, possíveis e imaginárias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parei.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis que pousa em minhas mãos, lindas joaninhas, vermelhas de poazinhos pretos. Elas pousavam em todas as flores, de um lado ao outro. Brincavam de voar, e saiam beijando todas as flores, com muita delicadeza e leveza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elas me conduziam para um caminho lindo e encantador, onde fiquei sentada à sombra de uma árvore, apreciando toda aquela bela paisagem, que não tinha fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em volta só havia flores, enfeitando todo aquele, cenário tão profundo e cheio de magia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho...meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei, abri meus olhos. Havia uma tênue raio de sol, entrando, pela janela do meu quarto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comecei, então, a brincar com todos aqueles raios de luz tão esplendorosos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei eu, a sorrir vendo aquele dia clarear,esperando o alvorecer de mais um dia, na ânsia de viver, cada dia mais o presente que Deus tinha me ofertado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver o hoje, antes que se torne o amanhã, para florescer os dias meus, sem nada cobrar do amanhã que nos espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero Viver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e Sonhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria Aparecida Macedo&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/420453608925776781-6124495477262646312?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6124495477262646312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6124495477262646312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6124495477262646312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6124495477262646312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/sonhei.html' title='Sonhei...'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBx3P8LpnI/AAAAAAAAABo/Q70zV17JHzk/s72-c/Fada_522965563_065_fada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-4913639823277724731</id><published>2008-06-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:58:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As fadas não dormem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBwkdBn7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/1m65QnWmVBM/s1600-h/momia.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215292140064074978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBwkdBn7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/1m65QnWmVBM/s320/momia.jpeg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fadas não dormem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus olhos são como janelas que ficam num eterno entardecer...&lt;br /&gt;Fadas são inquietas e brilhantes como um farol na ponta de um rochedo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invadindo indiscretas a escuridão do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Fadas são sábias como velhos livros, são brilhantes do espaço e do tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seres de opalina, pérolas e diamantes voando entre ondas de música.&lt;br /&gt;Fadas são donas dos mistérios, dos silêncios e dos ruídos.&lt;br /&gt;Suas presenças são rápidos reflexos de vagos anseios divinos.&lt;br /&gt;Fadas são almas escondidas em corpos humanos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L. A. Gasparetto&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/420453608925776781-4913639823277724731?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/4913639823277724731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=4913639823277724731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4913639823277724731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/4913639823277724731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-fadas-no-dormem.html' title='As fadas não dormem'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBwkdBn7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/1m65QnWmVBM/s72-c/momia.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6718240130745624664</id><published>2008-06-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:55:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu penso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBvhJD0GAI/AAAAAAAAABY/rS43zxpaZoQ/s1600-h/137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215290983653316610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBvhJD0GAI/AAAAAAAAABY/rS43zxpaZoQ/s320/137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu penso conforme o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;eu danço conforme o passo,&lt;br /&gt;eu passo conforme o espaço,&lt;br /&gt;eu amo conforme a fome,&lt;br /&gt;eu como conforme a cama,&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto conforme o mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas no fundo, eu não me conformo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6718240130745624664?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6718240130745624664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6718240130745624664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6718240130745624664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6718240130745624664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-penso.html' title='Eu penso'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBvhJD0GAI/AAAAAAAAABY/rS43zxpaZoQ/s72-c/137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5153617704388599613</id><published>2008-06-23T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:49:43.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBud_dllAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2XcROSKcoPg/s1600-h/anjos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215289830025827330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBud_dllAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2XcROSKcoPg/s320/anjos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa se te veem triste,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim para te fazer sorrir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa se te veem cansado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim para te trazer energia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa se te veem zangado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim para te trazer alegria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim também para te trazer o amor, a paz, a serenidade e a constancia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A escolha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é só sua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-5153617704388599613?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5153617704388599613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5153617704388599613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5153617704388599613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5153617704388599613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-importa_23.html' title='Não importa'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBud_dllAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2XcROSKcoPg/s72-c/anjos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-5846855372160843779</id><published>2008-06-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:41:36.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBsamvxAaI/AAAAAAAAABA/YpntYlLjKxw/s1600-h/Elven-Fairy-Magic-Print-C12180785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215287572828324258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBsamvxAaI/AAAAAAAAABA/YpntYlLjKxw/s320/Elven-Fairy-Magic-Print-C12180785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua deusa,&lt;br /&gt;sou sua ninfa.&lt;br /&gt;Sua suave proteção.&lt;br /&gt;Sua doce inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Deusa do paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;perdido e encantado&lt;br /&gt;Ninfa dos seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e da sua imaginação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Catharina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/420453608925776781-5846855372160843779?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/5846855372160843779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=5846855372160843779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5846855372160843779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/5846855372160843779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/sou.html' title='Sou'/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBsamvxAaI/AAAAAAAAABA/YpntYlLjKxw/s72-c/Elven-Fairy-Magic-Print-C12180785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-9213063067285391802</id><published>2008-06-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:37:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas que marcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBrZCRcD8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RuWUVzp-j44/s1600-h/butterfly13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215286446345949122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBrZCRcD8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RuWUVzp-j44/s320/butterfly13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há pessoas que surgem na nossa vida, mas não marcam, apenas passam despercebidamente...&lt;br /&gt;E quando vão embora, não deixam com a gente doces lembranças de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;E há pessoas que marcam a nossa vidade uma forma tão intensa...sem querer, que não sabemos o porquê, mas elas simplesmente não passam...&lt;br /&gt;Permanecem enraizadas feito uma erva daninha, que quanto mais você tenta extirpar mais ela caminha e vai se aprofundando sempre...e mais um pouco no nosso coração penetrando, sem que possamos evitar.&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que não saem da nossa vida e mesmo sem estarem próximas, elas se fazem presentes e ficam assim... eternamente sem que exista jamais uma despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque são pessoas que marcam...marcam para sempre a nossa vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mônica Amélia&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/420453608925776781-9213063067285391802?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/9213063067285391802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=9213063067285391802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-6023108197835906530</id><published>2008-06-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:15:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBmIE1yScI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e1yomHr1hyc/s1600-h/elfo02ln1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215280657419356610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBmIE1yScI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e1yomHr1hyc/s320/elfo02ln1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Caminha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A vida é uma estrada, com trilhas a desbravar, e escolhas por realizar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Segue à margem do caminho, e que teu guia seja o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Vislumbra a magia de viver!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A vida te abraça e te brinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Afasta a melancolia, e agradece ao Pai, as oportunidades de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Olha para o ontem...o fio perdido não será retomado, as palavras silenciadas, e as lágrimas choradas, serão sombras enraizadas, que deverão ser podadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Olha para o amanhã...ele te leva por qualquer estrada sem a certeza de chegada, então viva o hoje, e comemore a vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Viver é festa, o que sobra é alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mônica Amélia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-6023108197835906530?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/6023108197835906530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=6023108197835906530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6023108197835906530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/6023108197835906530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/caminha.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBmIE1yScI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e1yomHr1hyc/s72-c/elfo02ln1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420453608925776781.post-2407726441199355328</id><published>2008-06-23T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:08:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img 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style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A paixão é irrefletida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desatentamente fingida, oculta-se nas palavras repetidamente escritas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, a palavra é livre, cheia de adornos, prescinde a realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes se faz suave, intuitiva, como a abelha na seiva da flor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outras vezes é audaz, impulsiva, feito vôo do condor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A palavra amor, é como a pétala de rosa, bolhinhas de sabão, gotículas de orvalho, floquinhos de algodão, flutua leve... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem controle e viaja na ilusão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monica Amélia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/420453608925776781-1052392251367986601?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gaste seu amor. Usufrua-o até o fim. Enfrente os bons e os maus momentos,&lt;br /&gt;passe por tudo que tiver que passar, não se economize. Sinta todos os sabores que o amor tem,desde o adocicado do início até o amargo do fim,mas não saia da história na metade. Amores precisam dar a volta ao redor de si mesmos, fechando o próprio ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que libera a gente para ser feliz de novo."  Martha Medeiros&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/420453608925776781-901977283889536968?l=sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/feeds/901977283889536968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=420453608925776781&amp;postID=901977283889536968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/901977283889536968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/420453608925776781/posts/default/901977283889536968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhodeumafada.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaste-seu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonho de uma fada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816786053060081499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SIVmyrvCkCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wrkmck9XtXE/S220/Faery1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jMqJP1VKbk/SGBWeEVLM9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/abdjqa8UqqE/s72-c/CAA6CPD5CACVWXP5CARFP5MTCAGZEQT8CABOYGA3CATOXE1YCAJ2I2MGCAPMZAX4CA474CKSCAD0U9I5CA1W7NNSCAH0C57DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
