<?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-3078207339054922993</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O TRIO!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1194184352842062750</id><published>2009-03-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:34:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoooOOOOOwwwW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/Sbq02k7kPeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AXlpU0nSc6A/s1600-h/flyerrapnrollkimik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SYEzUwVyDDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/O4L4nkkeTX8/s320/ATgAAABNBYaymbPG4mTwPdV3v5LyJS4BMNrhuVg884y22T49Gt0mHUWgjBwgdzDchFGO0TcPOp6e1X6LqT7XcRFV0mFfAJtU9VB1UGBUa9QHNqjBBDEpnPf0Ld5uLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMPROVADO AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SANTA ÁGUA DE CADA DIA!&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/3078207339054922993-2202394201581496102?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2202394201581496102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2202394201581496102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2202394201581496102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2202394201581496102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2009/01/agua-faz-bem-2.html' title='ÁGUA FAZ BEM 2!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SYEzUwVyDDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/O4L4nkkeTX8/s72-c/ATgAAABNBYaymbPG4mTwPdV3v5LyJS4BMNrhuVg884y22T49Gt0mHUWgjBwgdzDchFGO0TcPOp6e1X6LqT7XcRFV0mFfAJtU9VB1UGBUa9QHNqjBBDEpnPf0Ld5uLA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1562668125753255637</id><published>2009-01-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:14:44.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICA PERFEITA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWp7ia9kOuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4mPonXo46FQ/s1600-h/f1r49.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290176543583386338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWp7ia9kOuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4mPonXo46FQ/s320/f1r49.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BEM VINDA SEREIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LAMENTO NÃO HÁ MAIS LUGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HAVIA SEU CANTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NO ENTANTO VOCÊ NÃO VOLTOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MEU VÍCIO DE AMAR VOCÊ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NÃO É O MESMO QUE TOMAR CAFÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;POR ISSO EU VIVO MUITO BEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;COM ALGUÉM QUE ME QUER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TUDO ISSO PERDIDO PORQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ME PERGUNTO NO ENTANTO NÃO SEI DIZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O QUE HOUVE QUE POR NADA VOCÊ ME PERDEU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;EU QUE FUI SEU AMIGO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SEU AMIGO VERDADEIRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SEU TUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SEU TUDO DE CORAÇÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(BEM VINDA - TIM MAIA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3078207339054922993-1562668125753255637?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1562668125753255637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1562668125753255637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1562668125753255637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1562668125753255637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2009/01/msica-perfeita.html' title='MÚSICA PERFEITA!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWp7ia9kOuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4mPonXo46FQ/s72-c/f1r49.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5016086578403377071</id><published>2009-01-07T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:03:52.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao amor da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWVCTH8CCZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dxlMpHFNM2c/s1600-h/0,,5454105,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288706233732303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWVCTH8CCZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dxlMpHFNM2c/s320/0,,5454105,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O amor da minha vida eu encontrei, tem nome, é de carne e osso, e me ama também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Agora falta encontrar alguém com quem possa me relacionar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É que o homem da minha vida não cabe em mim e eu não caibo nele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não basta que a gente se queira há muitos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não basta nossos namoros longos, os rompimentos e a teimosia de desejar mais daquilo que não há de ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não presta que ele me visite pra acabar com as saudades e fuja correndo de pernas bambas e um bumbo no peito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não importa que eu esqueça meu nome depois, nem que me perca num oco, ou que os sentimentos corram de ambos os lados, intensos e desarvorados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não basta que haja amor para se viver um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu e ele somos as cruzadas da idade média, o Osama e o Tio Sam, o preto e o branco da apartheid, o falcão e o lobo, o Feitiço de Áquila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seus mistérios me perturbam e minha clareza o ofusca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tenho fascínio pelo plutão que ele habita, e ele vive intrigado por minha vênus, mas quando eu falo vem, ele entende vai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enquanto ele avista o mar eu olho pra montanha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando um se sente em paz o outro quer a guerra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É preciso me traduzir a cada centímetro do caminho enquanto ele explica que eu também não entendi nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Discordamos sobre o tempo, o tamanho das ondas, a cor da cadeira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O desacerto é de lascar, e não há cama que resista a tantas reconciliações - um dia a cama cai.&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/3078207339054922993-5016086578403377071?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5016086578403377071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5016086578403377071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5016086578403377071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5016086578403377071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2009/01/ao-amor-da-minha-vida.html' title='Ao amor da minha vida...'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SWVCTH8CCZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dxlMpHFNM2c/s72-c/0,,5454105,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6448445239517518933</id><published>2008-11-11T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:03:11.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SRmPAFtZSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5PqOQFPTzfc/s1600-h/roda_zodiaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267398470881855730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SRmPAFtZSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5PqOQFPTzfc/s400/roda_zodiaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Câncer: Você não precisa, neste momento, fazer outra coisa do que seguir a corrente. Deixe seus planos e motivos de lado por um instante, prefira acompanhar o ritmo dos acontecimentos. Renda-se à evidência de um plano maior em andamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Virgem: Quando as injustiças acontecem, a alma sente raiva, o que parece natural e legítimo. Poré,. agimdo em nome da raiva a injustiça se perpetuaria e, assim, a raiva que antes era legitima alimentaria a injustiça original que a provocou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sagitário: Praticar o sesapego é fácil de dizer, mas não de levar adiante. Todas pessoas foram educadas para se agarrar dos resultados concretos e, por isso, na hora de precisar de desapego ficam desorientadas, sem saber o que fazer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6448445239517518933?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6448445239517518933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6448445239517518933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6448445239517518933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6448445239517518933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/11/cncer-voc-no-precisa-neste-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SRmPAFtZSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5PqOQFPTzfc/s72-c/roda_zodiaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-4528891740578742047</id><published>2008-11-11T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:53:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAUDADE DO CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EI, DEVOLVAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-4528891740578742047?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4528891740578742047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=4528891740578742047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/4528891740578742047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/4528891740578742047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade-do-cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ei.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-8358469862985243368</id><published>2008-11-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:46:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SRegSCv0YwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LiWheM5UBbg/s1600-h/amor_impossivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854521068610306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SRegSCv0YwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LiWheM5UBbg/s320/amor_impossivel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te contar que você não me conhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu tenho que gritar isso, porque você está surdo e não me ouve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sedução me escraviza à você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao fim de tudo você permanece comigo, mas preso ao que eu criei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quanto mais falo sobre a verdade inteira, um abismo maior nos separa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não tem um nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é um rosto na multidão e eu sou o centro das atenções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a mentira da aparência do que eu sou é a mentira da aparência que você é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu não sou o meu nome e você não é ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jogo perigoso que pratico aqui, ele busca chegar ao limite possível de aproximação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;através da aceitação, da distância e do reconhecimento dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre eu e você existe a notícia que nos separa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu quero que me veja a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me dispo da notícia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a minha nudez parada te denuncia e te espelha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me delato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu me relatas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nos acuso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E confesso por nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim, me livro das palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com as quais você me veste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que eu tenho um jeito meio estúpido de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de dizer coisas que podem magoar e te ofender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas cada um tem o seu jeito todo próprio de amar e de se defender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me acusa e só me preocupa, agrava mais e mais a minha culpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu faço, e desfaço, contrafeito o meu defeito é te amar demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras são palavras e a gente nem percebe o que disse sem querer e o que deixou pra depois Mais o importante é perceber que a nossa vida em comum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depende só e unicamente de nós dois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tento achar um jeito de explicar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você bem que podia me aceitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que eu tenho um jeito meio estúpido de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é assim que eu sei te amar ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-8358469862985243368?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8358469862985243368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=8358469862985243368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/8358469862985243368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/8358469862985243368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-vou-te-contar-que-voc-no-me-conhece.html' title=''/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SRegSCv0YwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LiWheM5UBbg/s72-c/amor_impossivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-7664179714505131846</id><published>2008-10-16T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:58:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUPA ESSA MANGA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SPfGpW1RUJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1h9c5KVj8uA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889503784292498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SPfGpW1RUJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1h9c5KVj8uA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora eu vou cantar pros miseráveis&lt;br /&gt;Que vagam pelo mundo, derrotados&lt;br /&gt;Dessas sementes mal plantadas&lt;br /&gt;Que já nascem com caras de abortadas&lt;br /&gt;Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena&lt;br /&gt;Remoendo pequenos problemas&lt;br /&gt;Querendo sempre aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Que não têm&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vê a luz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ilumina suas mini-certezas&lt;br /&gt;Vive contando dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;E não muda quando é lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não sabe amar, fica esperando&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que caiba no seu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Como varizes que vão aumentando&lt;br /&gt;Como insetos em volta da lâmpada&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PRA ESSA GENTE CARETA E COVARDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar só para as pessoas fracas&lt;br /&gt;Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar os blues&lt;br /&gt;Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais em desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Vamos cantar o blues da piedade!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CAZUZA ROCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! MUSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BLUES DA PIEDADE - CAZUZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-7664179714505131846?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7664179714505131846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=7664179714505131846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7664179714505131846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7664179714505131846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/10/chupa-essa-manga.html' title='CHUPA ESSA MANGA!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SPfGpW1RUJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1h9c5KVj8uA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5738944011388978382</id><published>2008-10-06T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:02:43.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOpC-8uensI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yI6uGp_8lH0/s1600-h/alotlikeloveal7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254085564501499586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOpC-8uensI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yI6uGp_8lH0/s320/alotlikeloveal7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me condene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se eu sentir saudades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do gosto da tua boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu gosto, seu cheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosto, cabelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só me trazem boas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois sem motivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantando, sorrindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xalalalalon, xalalalalon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como duas crianças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso não perco a esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um dia te reencontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te reencontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sair sem pensar no futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver só de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltar a morar em seu peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aonde um dia já foi o meu lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a sinceridade de vir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a sinceridade de ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a sinceridade de vir aonde quiser&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te reencontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber como anda a sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha o seu cabelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como ele cresceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha a minha cabeça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quase enlouqueceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdi-me em outros braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando que ia encontrar outro alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sinceramente todo esse tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem eu procurei foi você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexi na gaveta e achei sua foto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E rindo quase chorei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso não perco a esperança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um dia de novo te ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De novo te ter...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familiasarara.com.br/"&gt;http://www.familiasarara.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Não me condene - Família Sarará)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-5738944011388978382?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que nesse mundo ainda existe uma esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenha fé em Deus, pois basta acreditar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso ingênuo, um olhar de uma criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homens do futuro que temos que educar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois eu acredito na força que existe em cada um de nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louvado seja ó Senhor.. olhai por nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimento algo que vem.. de dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purifica o ser humano perante as circunstâncias adversas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um homem passou por aqui palavras pregou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouca gente as aderiu e revolucionou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é remédio substância&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta no seu coração basta se manifestar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, amor sentimento abstrato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vc pode sentir porem não pode tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amadurecimento faz com que observemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a vida é uma dádiva de Deus e temos que cuidar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é difícil semear a paz entre as pessoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já que estamos em épocas de conflitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A historia dos homens é um livro sob suas mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade porem é uma virtude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe através dela acharemos a luz no fim do túnel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paz na terra aos homens de bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que deus ilumine aqueles que aqui já não se encontram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos é o que nos mantem vivos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso temos q estar em bom estado de espírito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A um outro sentido da vida.. um q muitos outros não conhecem&lt;br /&gt;E são poucos q se crê q não se vê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q acontece pouco a pouco pacientemente a compreensão de um para o outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vai surgindo crescendo dentro do seu peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem guardar rancor, sem magoar e perdoar o perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suportar a tristeza de uma injustiça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem perder a dignidade andar de cabeça erguida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor próprio jamais pode se acabar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso acreditar para q possa melhorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E caminhar, na esperança se tem fé alcança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se preocupar somente consigo e ser solidário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um coração solitário q precisa de conforto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um ato de braveza e vencer tem q ter esforço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paz a todo aquele q não acredita no amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qdo o verdadeiro muitas vezes não se tem valor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tem valor tristezas da vida não é isso q se quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua vida poderá mudar se vc quiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fraternidade um brilho no olhar duas almas a se encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfume de uma flor q exala o mais puro sentimento de um ser humano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faltava sinceridade um pouco mais de atenção menos vaidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra continuar felicidade ao máximo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer q a bondade torne-se o seu hábito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhando para a frente buscando a semelhança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diferenças mulher e homem ate se cansa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tum tum o coração batendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;batida vagarosa q esta sofrendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu es útil meu irmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminha sereno justo na graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ativo dinâmico alegre prestativo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um coração generoso produtivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a conquista venha com naturalidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a toda obra cumprida na sinceridade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vc não vê não sabe a sua forma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ele paira sobre nos trazendo gloria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;energizando mais e mais o ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prosperidade a quem luta eu venero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num sorriso de um bebê à lagrima de um adulto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certeza que SÓ O AMOR MUDA O MUNDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e quando o homem aprender a ser mais humilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o mundo ira melhorar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FIQUEM COM DEUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ESSA LETRA FOI COLABORAÇÃO DA SÁ ... AMIGA TE AMO E PRA SEMPRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MÚSICA "AMOR SENTIMENTO ABSTRATO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-4950797521386066134?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4950797521386066134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=4950797521386066134' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/4950797521386066134'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>LESSON LEARNED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOQ8pwKQTdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GXZPoBY6xMk/s1600-h/johnalicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252389753421057490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOQ8pwKQTdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GXZPoBY6xMk/s320/johnalicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and now it's raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just don't rub it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm at your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel so crazy bout'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You say I told you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You saw it long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You knew he had to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I finally came around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm back on solid ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can't let it get me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mistake overturned so I call it a lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another lesson Learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes some lies can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;take a minute to fully realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;His tears, your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;30 seconds to apoligize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You give him one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;just like the time before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but he already knows you'd give a hundred more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;until that night in bed, you wake up in a sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your racing to the door&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was burned but I call it a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mistake overturned but i call it lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another lesson learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Life perfect, aint perfect if you don't know what the struggles for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Falling down aint falling down if you don't cry when you hit the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's called the past 'cause im getting past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and i'm nothing like I was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You ought to see me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes, I was burned but I call it a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mistake overturned but i call it lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another lesson learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MUSOS JOHN MAYER E ALICIA KEYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;música "lesson learned" do albúm "as i am - alicia keys"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Koj-E-nuK_A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Koj-E-nuK_A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-7861491943855742007?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7861491943855742007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=7861491943855742007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-7302317140760067201</id><published>2008-10-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:54:26.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA PRETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOQ3IQCUiuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sygnzehBC_k/s1600-h/Chama-725770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383680304024290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOQ3IQCUiuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sygnzehBC_k/s320/Chama-725770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por você eu fui uma chama, daquelas intensas que se prende ao olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por você eu fiz o que ninguém faria, senti o que ninguém sentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tentei me apagar pra esquecer de você, lembrei que não se pode mudar um destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se ainda sou fogo é porque do meu calor precisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tipo de amor é esse que nunca vai embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me faz queimar sem parar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não me deixa te deixar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que me faz grande, diferente , me faz sentir em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me faz pequena , sempre a mesma, me deixa louca sem cansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nosso caso é daqueles de desnortear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se tento apagar nossa chama esperando você mudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você não muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu não deixo de lhe iluminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes por medo, as vezes por saudade, sempre por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somos dois loucos que no meio da vida tem pelo destino os caminhos cruzados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Duas pessoas, simples assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dois corações, uma chama e um pavio que parece não ter fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e por incrível que pareça não desejamos ser nada além disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-7302317140760067201?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPROVADO!&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/3078207339054922993-2820577529421683809?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2820577529421683809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2820577529421683809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2820577529421683809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2820577529421683809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/gua-faz-bem.html' title='ÁGUA FAZ BEM!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SOJVQDLsIoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Cjksf4iPLw4/s72-c/Rodrigo_Hilbert_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-810419886079234616</id><published>2008-09-25T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:21:30.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT BE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNv91knGmWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FgHyLNeM4Y0/s1600-h/mother.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250068887433025890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNv91knGmWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FgHyLNeM4Y0/s320/mother.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i find myself in times of trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother mary comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is standing right in front of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when the broken hearted people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in the world agree,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For though they may be parted there is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still a chance that they will see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There will be an answer, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be, let it be.Let it be, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when the night is cloudy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is still a light that shines on me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wake up to the sound of music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother mary comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQNpEET9WqQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQNpEET9WqQ&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MÚSICA "LET IT BE" TRECHO DO FILME "ACROSS THE UNIVERSE"... MUSICAL COM MÚSICAS DOS BEATLES&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/3078207339054922993-810419886079234616?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/810419886079234616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=810419886079234616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/810419886079234616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/810419886079234616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-it-be.html' title='LET IT BE!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNv91knGmWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FgHyLNeM4Y0/s72-c/mother.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1934276425396612081</id><published>2008-09-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:57:06.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLTA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfbxc4mJEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_imwDXJ3-Rc/s1600-h/COISA+LINDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248905533337248834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfbxc4mJEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_imwDXJ3-Rc/s320/COISA+LINDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfahE6EKOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BinRPd7ds5A/s1600-h/COISA+LINDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;uantas noites não durmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A rolar-me na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A sentir tanta coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que a gente não pode explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Quando ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O calor das cobertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não me aquece direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não há nada no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que possa afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Esse frio do meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Vem viver outra vez a meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não consigo dormir sem teu braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pois meu corpo está acostumado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mal acostumado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3078207339054922993-1934276425396612081?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1934276425396612081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1934276425396612081' 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-3078207339054922993.post-6061557755044069925</id><published>2008-09-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:44:40.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfYcadcQZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cvZrWQM77Ak/s1600-h/SLOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248901873374347666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfYcadcQZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cvZrWQM77Ak/s320/SLOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a silly little moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not the storm before the calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the deep and dying breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of this love that we've been working on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't seem to hold you like I want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I can feel you in my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody's gonna come and save you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We pulled too many false alarms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're going down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can see it, too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're going down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know that we're doomed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was the one you always dreamed of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were the one I tried to draw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How dare you say it's nothin to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, you're the only light I ever saw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll try to hit me just hurt me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you leave me feeling dirty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you can't understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're goin down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can see it, too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're goin down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know that we're doomed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go cry about it, why don't you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear, we're slow dancing in a burnin room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think we oughta know by now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think we should have learned somehow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VÍDEO DA MÚSICA "SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM" DE JOHN MAYER COM TRADUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eey7wmanI6k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eey7wmanI6k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;MÚSICA FODA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6061557755044069925?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6061557755044069925/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfYcadcQZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cvZrWQM77Ak/s72-c/SLOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5604005313074145392</id><published>2008-09-22T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:12:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE DEUS RISCA NÍNGUEM RABISCA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfRgFu7_oI/AAAAAAAAADk/klm2hlyPEsA/s1600-h/HILDA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248894239948668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNfRgFu7_oI/AAAAAAAAADk/klm2hlyPEsA/s320/HILDA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Batidas na porta da frente é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebo um pouquinho pra ter argumento&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico sem jeito, calado, ele ri&lt;br /&gt;Ele zomba do quanto eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabe passar e eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Um dia azul de verão, sinto o vento&lt;br /&gt;Há folhas no meu coração é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Recordo um amor que perdi, ele ri&lt;br /&gt;Diz que somos iguais, se eu notei&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sabe ficar e eu também não sei&lt;br /&gt;E gira em volta de mim, sussurra que apaga os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que amores terminam no escuro sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Respondo que ele aprisiona, eu liberto&lt;br /&gt;Que ele adormece as paixões, eu desperto&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo se rói com inve.........ja de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me vigia querendo aprender&lt;br /&gt;Como eu morro de amor pra tentar reviver&lt;br /&gt;No fundo é uma eterna criança&lt;br /&gt;que não soube amadurecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso, ele não vai poder me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;No fundo é uma eterna criança&lt;br /&gt;que não soube amadurecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso, ele não vai poder me esquecer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VÍDEO DA MÚSICA "RESPOSTA AO TEMPO" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIyXDoXKpNY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIyXDoXKpNY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-5604005313074145392?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5604005313074145392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5604005313074145392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5604005313074145392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5604005313074145392'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVny1kiClI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GbtGBVuRzBk/s1600-h/08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215063841606226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVny1kiClI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GbtGBVuRzBk/s400/08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina, paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva, minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, apenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva, minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, apenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, momento&lt;br /&gt;Palavras palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-1788352853028814965?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1788352853028814965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1788352853028814965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1788352853028814965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1788352853028814965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-cac-e-rafa.html' title='PARA CACÁ E RAFA:'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVny1kiClI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GbtGBVuRzBk/s72-c/08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2081143203618682761</id><published>2008-09-20T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:10:16.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordi ligada em letras de música!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVmZb6o2-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8nMsxHbmhe8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248213527946648546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVmZb6o2-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8nMsxHbmhe8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eu era tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;E não sabia, amor&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tudo o que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Confesso a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;E era tão real&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só fazia fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E não fazia mal&lt;br /&gt;E agora é tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Me abrace como for&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro e você vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu voe&lt;br /&gt;E o que passou, calou&lt;br /&gt;E o que virá, dirá&lt;br /&gt;E só ao seu lado, seu telhado&lt;br /&gt;Me faz feliz de novo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai entrar no jeito certo de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;As coisas são assim&lt;br /&gt;E se será, será&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero, meu remédio é te amar, te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que é amor tudo o que eu sinto longe de você&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/3078207339054922993-2081143203618682761?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2081143203618682761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2081143203618682761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2081143203618682761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVkkDoHYiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dnP5L5baHO4/s1600-h/c%C3%A9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248211511381811746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVkkDoHYiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dnP5L5baHO4/s400/c%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não estou disposto&lt;br /&gt;A esquecer seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;De vez&lt;br /&gt;E acho que é tão normal&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que sou louco&lt;br /&gt;Por eu ter um gosto assim&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de quem não gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Jogue suas mãos para o céu&lt;br /&gt;E agradeça se acaso tiver&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que você gostaria que&lt;br /&gt;Estivesse sempre com você&lt;br /&gt;Na rua, na chuva, na fazenda&lt;br /&gt;Ou numa casinha de sapê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNVkkDoHYiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dnP5L5baHO4/s72-c/c%C3%A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2783667603922266152</id><published>2008-09-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:10:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAPA NA CARA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNQGolaic2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/sM81jHgnDxc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247826760101426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SNQGolaic2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/sM81jHgnDxc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dessa vida de migalhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Desses homens que te tratam como um vento que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Na realidade farda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Olha bem na minha cara e confessa que gostou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do meu papo bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do jeito são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do meu sarro, do meu som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dos meus toques pra você mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mulher sem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve o teu homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve o teu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ao cair da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve aquela canção que não toca no rádio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;De fingir que não repara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nas verdades que eu te falo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dê um pouco de atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Parta pegue um avião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reparta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sonhar só não dá em nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;é uma festa na prisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nosso tempo é bom e nem temos de montão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Deixa eu te levar então,pra onde eu sei que a gente vai brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mulher sem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve o teu homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve o teu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;batendo travado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;por ninguém e por nada na escuridão do quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve o teu coração ao cair da tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouve aquela canção que não toca no rádio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2783667603922266152?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2783667603922266152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2783667603922266152' 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-3078207339054922993.post-3295702368139525664</id><published>2008-09-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:42:06.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRONGER THAN ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP-xr6sDTI/AAAAAAAAADc/X0rJBCFnZgw/s1600-h/DIVA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818120372686130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP-xr6sDTI/AAAAAAAAADc/X0rJBCFnZgw/s320/DIVA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be stronger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been here seven years longer than me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know you supposed to be the man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not pale in comparison to who you think I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always wanna talk it through - I don't care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always have to comfort you when I'm there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's what I need you to do - Stroke my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be stronger than me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But instead you're longer than frozen turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why'd you always put me in control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I need is for my man to live up to his role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always wanna talk it through - I'm okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always have to comfort you every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's what I need you to do ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you gay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said the respect I made you earn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought you had so many lessons to learn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said you don't know what love is, get a grip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna grip your body over mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please tell me why you think that's a crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've forgotten all of young love's joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be stronger than me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedUn-_Y4-4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedUn-_Y4-4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(LINK DO CLIPE " STONGER THAN ME- AMY WINEHOUSE ")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UM POUCO DA DIVA LOUCA PRA COMEÇAR BEM O DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMO VCS GORDA E BRANCA! AS VERDADEIRAS DIVAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-3295702368139525664?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3295702368139525664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3295702368139525664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3295702368139525664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3295702368139525664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/stronger-than-me.html' title='STRONGER THAN ME!'/><author><name>Preta...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097583244649066286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP7rkuG9aI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYhJxPJVPaE/S220/RAFA.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV-wX2LnuGM/SNP-xr6sDTI/AAAAAAAAADc/X0rJBCFnZgw/s72-c/DIVA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6787444815920257942</id><published>2008-09-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:03:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA BRANCA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM_YkUofdEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X4eYZ5Gb8Dw/s1600-h/amizade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246650209435350082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM_YkUofdEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X4eYZ5Gb8Dw/s400/amizade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Amizade não é só empatia, é cultivo. Exige tempo, disposição. E o mais importante: o carinho não precisa - nem deve - vir acompanhado de um motivo. As pessoas se falam basicamente nos aniversários, no Natal ou para pedir um favor - tem que haver alguma razão prática ou festiva para o contato. Pois para saber a diferença entre um amigo ocasional e um amigo de verdade, basta tirar a razão de cena. Você não precisa de uma razão, basta sentir a falta da pessoa. E, estando juntos, tratarem-se bem. Difícil exemplificar o que é tratar bem. Se são amigos mesmo, não precisam nem falar, podem caminhar lado a lado em silêncio. Não é preciso troca de elogios constantes, podem até pegar no pé um do outro, brigar talvez (e porque não!?) delicadamente. Não é preciso manifestações constantes de carinho, podem dizer verdades duras, às vezes elas são necessárias. Mas há sempre algo sublime no ar entre dois amigos de verdade. Talvez respeito seja a palavra. Afeto, certamente. Cumplicidade? Mais do que cumplicidade. Sintonia?Oh, céus! Santa pieguice, Batman! Amor? Esta lengalenga de novo? Sério, só mesmo amando um amigo para permitir que ele se atire no seu sofá e chore todas as dores dele sem que você se incomode nem um pingo com isso. Só mesmo amando para você confiar a ele o seu próprio inferno. E para não invejarem as vitórias um do outro. Por amor, você empresta suas coisas, dá o seu tempo, é honesto nas suas respostas, cuida para não ofender, abraça causas que não são suas, entra numas roubadas, compreende alguns sumiços - mas liga quando o sumiço é exagerado. Tudo isso é amizade com trato. Se amigos assim entrarem na sua vida, não deixe que sumam. Porém, a maioria das pessoas não só deixa como contribui para que os amigos evaporem. Ignora os mecanismos de manutenção. Acha que amizade é algo que vem pronto e que é da sua natureza ser constante, sem precisar que a gente dê uma mãozinha. E aí um dia abrimos a mãozinha e não conseguimos contar nos dedos nem dois amigos pra valer. E ainda argumentamos que solidão é um sintoma destes dias de hoje, tão emergenciais, tão individualistas. Nada disso. A solidão é apenas um sintoma do nosso descaso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;escritora musa: Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s: essa semana eu estou impossível... hahahaha&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/3078207339054922993-6787444815920257942?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6787444815920257942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6787444815920257942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6787444815920257942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6787444815920257942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/coluna-da-branca.html' title='(COLUNA DA BRANCA)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM_YkUofdEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X4eYZ5Gb8Dw/s72-c/amizade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6430551999553680928</id><published>2008-09-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:00:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A IMPONTUALIDADE DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM6GazMIQII/AAAAAAAAAHI/IH2VlMG-Yv0/s1600-h/rio-de-janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246278410909008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM6GazMIQII/AAAAAAAAAHI/IH2VlMG-Yv0/s400/rio-de-janeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você está sozinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você e a torcida do Flamengo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em frente a tevê, devora dois pacotes de Doritos enquanto espera o telefone tocar. Bem que podia ser hoje, bem que podia ser agora, um amor novinho em folha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trimmm! É sua mãe, quem mais poderia ser? Amor nenhum faz chamadas por telepatia. Amor não atende com hora marcada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele pode chegar antes do esperado e encontrar você numa fase galinha, sem disposição para relacionamentos sérios. Ele passa batido e você nem aí. Ou pode chegar tarde demais e encontrar você desiludido da vida, desconfiado, cheio de olheiras. O amor dá meia-volta, volver. Por que o amor nunca chega na hora certa? Agora, por exemplo, que você está de banho tomado e camisa jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que você está empregado, lavou o carro e está com grana para um cinema. Agora que você pintou o apartamento, ganhou um porta-retrato e começou a gostar de jazz. Agora que você está com o coração às moscas e morrendo de frio. O amor aparece quando menos se espera e de onde menos se imagina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você passa uma festa inteira hipnotizado por alguém que nem lhe enxerga, e mal repara em outro alguém que só tem olhos pra você. Ou então fica arrasado porque não foi pra praia no final de semana. Toda a sua turma está lá, azarando-se uns aos outros. Sentindo-se um ET perdido na cidade grande, você busca refúgio numa locadora de vídeo, sem prever que ali mesmo, na locadora, irá encontrar a pessoa que dará sentido a sua vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é que nem tesourinha de unhas, nunca está onde a gente pensa. O jeito é direcionar o radar para norte, sul, leste e oeste. Seu amor pode estar no corredor de um supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, pode estar pechinchando numa livraria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode estar aqui mesmo, no computador, dando o maior mole. O amor está em todos os lugares, você que não procura direito. A primeira lição está dada: o amor é onipresente. Agora a segunda: mas é imprevisível. Jamais espere ouvir "eu te amo" num jantar à luz de velas, no dia dos namorados. Ou receber flores logo após a primeira transa. O amor odeia clichês. Você vai ouvir "eu te amo" numa terça-feira, às quatro da tarde, depois de uma discussão, e as flores vão chegar no dia que você tirar carteira de motorista, depois de aprovado no teste de baliza. Idealizar é sofrer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar é surpreender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARTHA MEDEIROS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAUDADES! BEIJOS DA BRANCA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6430551999553680928?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6430551999553680928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6430551999553680928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6430551999553680928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6430551999553680928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/impontualidade-do-amor.html' title='A IMPONTUALIDADE DO AMOR'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM6GazMIQII/AAAAAAAAAHI/IH2VlMG-Yv0/s72-c/rio-de-janeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-92771116537209719</id><published>2008-09-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:15:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUCOS E SANTOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM3gjmP3BzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DBTRoD1stOY/s1600-h/P2070116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246096043123607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM3gjmP3BzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DBTRoD1stOY/s400/P2070116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer, mas pela pupila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero meu avesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e agüentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero os santos, para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não quero só o ombro e o colo, quero também sua maior alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amigo que não ri junto, não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim: metade bobeira, metade seriedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis, nem choros piedosos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem, mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto; e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que "normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;texto de OLIVER WILDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UMA HOMENAGEM PRA MINHA BRANQUINHA E PRA MINHA GORDINHA! AMO MUITO VOCÊS.... PRETA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-92771116537209719?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/92771116537209719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=92771116537209719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/92771116537209719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/92771116537209719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/09/loucos-e-santos.html' title='LOUCOS E SANTOS!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SM3gjmP3BzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DBTRoD1stOY/s72-c/P2070116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5958420768485064667</id><published>2008-08-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:15:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA PRETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRVygSQmWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tHvU_FeBG3g/s1600-h/amaisbonita%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238906592687069538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRVygSQmWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tHvU_FeBG3g/s400/amaisbonita%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INDECISÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ela reza toda noite pra encontrar outro homem. Não é força de expressão. Tudo para esquecer alguém que sequer diz sim ou não, que não descarta a possibilidade, muito menos assegura certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem namorado.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem namorada.&lt;br /&gt;Há três anos se amam em segredo e explodem quando juntos e esfriam quando separados.&lt;br /&gt;Não mudam de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ela já arriscou completamente: ficou solteira, se distanciou dele, avisou que não mais se encontrariam e não houve jeito de convencê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao receber uma mensagem dele no celular, ela corre para tentar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;E tenta como se fosse a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;E tenta como se fosse a última vez.&lt;br /&gt;Por fora, já desistiu.&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro, sempre descobre alguma desculpa para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se sente viva pra fazer mais que isto.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se sente morta para desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu a confiança ao longo do período. Não entende o que a impede de ser feliz com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Em si, não estão as respostas. Em si, está a falta de respostas.&lt;br /&gt;“O que fazer?”, ela se pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;A vida costuma troçar dos indefinidos.&lt;br /&gt;O natural é que nem ele nem ela fiquem um com o outro e com seus respectivos pares. Cada um partirá para uma terceira opção.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, não se pode recorrera cálculos genéricos quando se trata de amor. Amor é trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se conquistar por simpatia e carisma em fração de segundos, mas pra viver junto são necessárias uma longa persistência e vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é um dever, e sim um direito. Quando se torna dever nasce à cobrança, a rotina, a dependência.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem o direito de escolher – o que não está fazendo – ainda que seja errado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se questiona: “Pode ser afirmação pessoal?”.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, não há paixão que não seja também amor-próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Elegemos para amar quem precisamos ser.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, devemos tomar cuidado para não confundirmos amor com obsessão. A obsessão não inclui a generosidade. É egoísta, quer apenas o par para servir a seus propósitos e envaidecer as suas opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;A situação dela está no limite entre a repulsa e a atração.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mesmo sendo a amante, é ela que se vê traída e não suporta imaginar o que ele faz sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebe uma recompensa pela sua dedicação, ainda que tenha a consciência de que o amor não traz recompensa, não é seguro de vida.&lt;br /&gt;O impasse dos dois é que nunca se doaram por inteiro, para ver se realmente são complementares.&lt;br /&gt;São metades cômodas se desperdiçando e se consolando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conviveria com essa dúvida de que poderia dar certo e não deu. Viver durante décadas com a sensação de que não se foi até o fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela reza toda noite pra encontrar outro homem.&lt;br /&gt;Constatou que não adianta rezar contra ele. Ele é sua religião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;TEXTO DE FABRÍCIO CARPINEJAR!&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/3078207339054922993-5958420768485064667?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5958420768485064667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5958420768485064667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5958420768485064667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TO TREAT US RIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SJt6zeHebtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A06zgUov2rM/s1600-h/gooda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231910416797298386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SJt6zeHebtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A06zgUov2rM/s400/gooda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We stay, moving around, so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ask us where you went, we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All we know is we was at home cause you left us there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You got your bus and got gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And left us all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now she in the club with a freaky dress oncats don't want her to keep that dress on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tryin to get enough drinks in her system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take it to the tele and make her a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Controlling the brain, ball play you in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They shake the spot, she's just another case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Easy for a good girl to gone bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And once we've gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's belief we've gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't be the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't be the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You better learn how to treat us right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause onces a good girl goes bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We die forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's staying with a flock of them oh, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got a girl at home but he don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Won't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All he'll do is keep me at home, won't let me go no-where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He thinks because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm at home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won't be gettin it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now I'm finding numbers in the jacket pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chicks calling the house, no stop its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Getting out of controlfinally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't take no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because I met her on the stairs, saying this is the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I packed my bag and left with your best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Good girl gone bad - Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(TOMA O Q TE MANDARAM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-162474349026501946?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/162474349026501946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=162474349026501946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/162474349026501946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/162474349026501946'/><link 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SI8-26tUwGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EdV3UO-o9eQ/s1600-h/A6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466805593653346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SI8-26tUwGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EdV3UO-o9eQ/s400/A6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele foi escolhidooo, Cleyyyy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é a toa que é meu irmão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namorado da Rafa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só amigo da Cacá!&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/3078207339054922993-1323907337055228678?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SI8-26tUwGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EdV3UO-o9eQ/s72-c/A6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-3897026649934424068</id><published>2008-07-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:43:43.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SIU7J4X2sXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0G91wt-PoZI/s1600-h/150990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647983570628978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SIU7J4X2sXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0G91wt-PoZI/s400/150990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rio = paraíso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-3897026649934424068?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3897026649934424068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3897026649934424068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3897026649934424068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3897026649934424068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-shit.html' title='Only shit!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SIU7J4X2sXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0G91wt-PoZI/s72-c/150990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-3820066770396251109</id><published>2008-07-02T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:52:31.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriela Becker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGvjd1ER9PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jy-rycESDMc/s1600-h/GORDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218514694839596274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGvjd1ER9PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jy-rycESDMc/s400/GORDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE SENTI SAUDADE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE DO TEU CHEIRO, DA TUA RISADA, DO TEU JEITO DE FALAR "PÍNNNTA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE DE QUANDO TU RIA DA MINHA CARA, DE QUANDO TUA RIA DA TUA PRÓPRIA CARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE DA TUA TEIMOSIA , DA TUA VAIDADE E SAUDADE DO TEU MAL-HUMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE DO TEU SONO DEPOIS DO ALMOÇO , DE VER O DVD DO JEITO MOLEQUE DEITADA NO CHÃO EM GAROPABA E RIR MUITO NA HORA QUE O CARA DO RAPAZOLLA CANTA UMA COISA INDECIFRÁVEL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE DA GENTE RINDO DA MARTHA IMITANDO UM DINOSSAURO, DA GENTE SEGUINDO O ÁLVARO POR TODO BALI HAI, DA RAFINHA PIRATÃO E DAQUELE NOSSO CARNAVAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS O Q EU MAIS SENTI SAUDADE FOI DO TEU ABRAÇO... DE QUANDO TU ME CHAMAVA DE NEGA LOUCA E PRA TI EU SER LOUCA NÃO TINHA A MENOR IMPORTANCIA ... PQ TU ME AMAVA ASSIM... COMO EU SOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE SINTO PERTO O TEMPO TODO E CADA DECISÃO QUE EU TOMO HOJE, É POR TI TB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE SINTO ME PROTEGENDO A CADA PASSO ... E ME GUIANDO .. COMO TU SEMPRE FEZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FECHO OS OLHOS, TE IMAGINO, TE ESCUTO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUA AUSÊNCIA PRA MIM É APENAS FÍSICA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUA ALMA PERMANECE CONECTADA A MINHA , E ISSO É ETERNO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU APARECEU NA MINHA VIDA E SE FOI PRA MUDAR TODOS OS MEUS CONCEITOS... TUA FALTA DÓI E DÓI MUITO... MAS TAMBÉM ENSINA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIZER QUE TU É UMA AMIGA PARECE POUCO ... PRA MIM TU SEMPRE FOI E É, O AMOR EM FORMA DE  ANJO E NOSSAS ALMAS SERÃO LIGADAS PRA SEMPRE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;" Quando perco a fé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Fico sem controle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   E me sinto mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Sem esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   E ao meu redor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   A inveja vai fazendo as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Se odiarem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Me sinto só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Mas sei que não estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Pois levo você no pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Meu medo se vai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Recupero a fé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   E sinto que algum dia ainda vou te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Cedo ou tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Cedo ou tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   A gente vai se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Tenho certeza numa bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   SEI QUE QUANDO CANTO VOCÊ PODE ME ESCUTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   Você me faz querer viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   E o que é nosso está guardado em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;   E em você e apenas isso basta..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-3820066770396251109?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3820066770396251109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3820066770396251109' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3820066770396251109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3820066770396251109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/07/gabriela-becker.html' title='Gabriela Becker'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGvjd1ER9PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jy-rycESDMc/s72-c/GORDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-3883309012508352982</id><published>2008-06-29T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:17:18.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes e depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGfQnsSb50I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GD60Yh1B_c0/s1600-h/antes+e+depois.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217368073653970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGfQnsSb50I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GD60Yh1B_c0/s400/antes+e+depois.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sériooooooooooooooo, eu amoooo vocês, desde quando eramos pequenininhas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Mariáh continua com uma cara engraçada, a Cacá continua mongol, a Rafa faz essa cara até hoje e eu continuo metendo o terror igual o jardim no infância!!!&lt;br /&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/3078207339054922993-3883309012508352982?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3883309012508352982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3883309012508352982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3883309012508352982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3883309012508352982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/antes-e-depois.html' title='Antes e depois...'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGfQnsSb50I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GD60Yh1B_c0/s72-c/antes+e+depois.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-874201313748162392</id><published>2008-06-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:22:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristiano Ronaldo Zeilmann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcpXkon1hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T69bn7MVUzk/s1600-h/segredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217184178279798290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcpXkon1hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T69bn7MVUzk/s400/segredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assim não é possivel sofrer de amor... Vai dizer que o cara não é merda perto deste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOA!!&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/3078207339054922993-874201313748162392?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/874201313748162392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=874201313748162392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/874201313748162392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/874201313748162392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/muso.html' title='Cristiano Ronaldo Zeilmann'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcpXkon1hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T69bn7MVUzk/s72-c/segredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6349926663294436434</id><published>2008-06-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:01:45.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol, o retorno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcknbdsOcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kndxsT8b3HM/s1600-h/segredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217178953137797570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcknbdsOcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kndxsT8b3HM/s400/segredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas verdades devem ser ditas, especialmente aquelas que não apresentam nenhum perigo à sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botas brancas deveriam ser vendidas exclusivamente a paquitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marron e preto não combinam, azul-marinho e preto não combinam. Calça branca não fica bem em ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma merda rachar a conta com o cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem disse aos homens que beijo na orelha é bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegar sozinho em um lugar é ridiculooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta é sempre aquela que pegou nosso namorado. E olhando bem "ela nem é tão bonita assim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver alguém se dar MARAVILHOSAMENTE BEM sempre dá uma raivinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trio é muito afude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens, por mais apaixonados que sejam, só pensam com a cabeça de baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilos a mais, espinhas, cabelo curto e muita altura SEMPRE são motivos de chacota!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser branco deve ser ruim. Caso você seja não use vermelho, pois parecerá estar usando a camiseta do colorado, e nem use roupas de tecido estampado, pois você parecerá um parece branca com um quadro de paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a possibilidade de ser enviada uma mensagem sem querer caso seja da sua ex namorada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém avisa a criatura que tá com um tatuzão saindo pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse possivel se vingar de alguém essa pessoa seria aquele cara/mina que não te quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo muitooo loiro é coisa de puta de elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos não podem ser envolvidos com relacionamentos amorosos, sempre dá merda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem orkut que marca as visitas certamente tem orkut falso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trair é tranquilo, ser traído é fúria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar 15 dias com o namorado novo é ficar 15 dias sem cagar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem não é amigo de mulher bonita, só de mulher feia, e pelo exclusivo interesse de alimentar seu ego ou pegar as amigas...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser rejeitado é intolerável, por isso é melhor pensar que aquela pessoa não te merecia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade de mulher só termina por causa de homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É foda emprestar roupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes inventamos traços de personalidade para impressionar alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a maior verdade nunca dita é que ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6349926663294436434?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6349926663294436434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6349926663294436434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6349926663294436434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6349926663294436434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/carol-o-retorno.html' title='Carol, o retorno!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SGcknbdsOcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kndxsT8b3HM/s72-c/segredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2588679382422067785</id><published>2008-06-17T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:31:29.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUAL PRÁTICO PARA MOMENTOS DE FRANCA DESGRAÇA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SFg7I0z9RJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ka0EzGVAzEA/s1600-h/jude-law-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212981591482909842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SFg7I0z9RJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ka0EzGVAzEA/s320/jude-law-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só um cara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não "o denso lago de mistérios gozosos onde você mergulhou e ainda não submergiu". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem "o sustentáculo de todos os ossos de seu corpo", tampouco "o mármore onde está gravada a suprema razão de sua existência".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só um cara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quer mesmo saber? É um cara como todos os outros caras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse que te perguntou as horas no meio da rua –podia ter sido ele e você nem ligou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mendigo, o ginecologista, o padre, o motoboy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele estava ali o tempo todo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele não estava. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é só um deles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vários.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma legião. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só um cara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não a sua vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não todos os dias da sua história.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não todas as suas lágrimas juntas em um único sábado solitário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não é o destino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um cara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem muitos destinos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é só um cara que mal sabe escolher os próprios perfumes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabe sangrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabe que nome daria a um filho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pode ficar mais tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é só um cara perdido como muitos outros caras que você encontrou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E perdeu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é só um cara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vc ja esqueceu outros caras antes.&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/3078207339054922993-2588679382422067785?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2588679382422067785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2588679382422067785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2588679382422067785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2588679382422067785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/manual-prtico-para-momentos-de-franca.html' title='MANUAL PRÁTICO PARA MOMENTOS DE FRANCA DESGRAÇA!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SFg7I0z9RJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ka0EzGVAzEA/s72-c/jude-law-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2408598691496770019</id><published>2008-06-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:32:05.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA HOMENAGEM A NOSSA FAMÍLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SFCKUTP88YI/AAAAAAAAADs/ahgy7gcdqNI/s1600-h/jeito+moleque+e+outras+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210816850236862850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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VAMO FAMÍLIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NÃO RENDO HOMENAGEM A QUEM TEM O PAPO NEGATIVO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É SÓ PARA ISSO, O MEU COMPROMISSO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É OCUPAR O QUE É MEU E NÃO SAIR NO PREJUÍZO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAÇO DA MINHA FÉ MEU COMBUSTÍVEL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E SEI QUE QUEM NÃO BOTA A CARA FICA INVISÍVEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INCRÍVEL QUE NÍVEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOU MAIS UM ELO DA CORRENTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PRA APARECER NÃO MOSTRA O CORPO, USA A MENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROPAGO A PAZ, SEI QUE SOU CAPAZ DE SUPERAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O CÉREBRO ATROFIADO QUE ATRAVESSAR MINHA CAMINHADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM É FALSO NUNCA DIZ NADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRESCE O OLHO NO QUE É DOS OUTROS E SE ATRAPALHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAI NA MALHA E VIRA SÓ UM PASSAGEIRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENXERGA EM MINHA VITÓRIA O SEU DESESPERO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISSO NÃO É MANEIRO, SE LIGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TENHO LEALDADE A FAMÍLIA&lt;/span&gt;, SEM INTRIGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POR ISSO TAMO JUNTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE QUER VOZ PRA CONSPIRAR, VOU ACONSELHAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELHOR MUDAR DE ASSUNTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIMA RARA, RARA RIMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AO SOM DO ATABAQUE BATALHEI E AGUARDEI NA DISCIPLINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O TEMPO VEM, MOSTRA QUEM É QUEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE TIVER NA MALDADE NÃO VAI TER ESPAÇO NO MEU TREM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DA VIDA TRANQÜILA SOU AMANTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS NÃO PRECISO DE ESMOLA QUERO OURO E DIAMANTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADIANTE, O SONHO NÃO MORRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM FOR FIEL FICA JUNTO QUEM NÃO FOR QUANDO O BICHO PEGA CORRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E SAI FALANDO, INVEJANDO, RONCANDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME ODIANDO, COMEDIANDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM OUTROS TEMPOS ME ABRAÇANDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SÓ QUE HOJE NOSSO BONDE FORMADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEIXA BRANQUINHO BOLADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VÊ A GENTE FICA AGONIADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO SOU TELEGUIADO, MULTIPLICO NO CONJUNTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOS GUERREIROS E GUERREIRAS QUE LUTARAM &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"TAMO JUNTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É FÁCIL COPIAR, DIFÍCIL É CRIAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE FOR FALSO É COMO ÁGUA E ÓLEO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO CONSEGUE MISTURAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TAMO JUNTO" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O BONDE TA FORMADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU SOU O ELO DA CORRENTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE É RUIM DE QUEBRAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TAMO JUNTO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE QUER SUBTRAIR, FIQUE POR AI, SE NÃO TIVER AFIM DE SOMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"TAMO JUNTO E MISTURADO"&lt;/span&gt; ..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ASSIM TENHO DITO!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEIJO DA PRETA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2408598691496770019?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2408598691496770019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2408598691496770019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2408598691496770019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2408598691496770019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-homenagem-nossa-famlia.html' title='UMA HOMENAGEM A NOSSA FAMÍLIA'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SFCKUTP88YI/AAAAAAAAADs/ahgy7gcdqNI/s72-c/jeito+moleque+e+outras+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6325271819362815105</id><published>2008-06-03T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:44:27.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO SOMOS IGUAIS - JOTA QUEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEWQfYv0zVI/AAAAAAAAADk/xebkzHLRvIc/s1600-h/N%C3%93S+PLANETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207727413017234770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEWQfYv0zVI/AAAAAAAAADk/xebkzHLRvIc/s320/N%C3%93S+PLANETA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou começar, começar tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pro boteco e cantar tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou muito novo, e com cara de novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não tenho medo de começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos, eu tenho sido bobo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esqueci como era bom eu parecer um bobo&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu vou ser o cara mais feliz do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vou me esquecer de quem eu fui quando era novo&lt;br /&gt;Se a nossa felicidade incomoda tanto os outros&lt;br /&gt;Vamos incomodar até chamar a atenção de todos&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou beijar a tua boca, sem me preocupar com os outros&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, nós não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NÃO SOMOS IGUAIS AOS OUTROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou falar de amor como eu falava antes&lt;br /&gt;De um jeito simples, que antes parecia louco&lt;br /&gt;De uma loucura muito boa, das coisas que eu sentia antes&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eles dissessem que eu estava ficando louco&lt;br /&gt;É, eu sou assim, um cara meio tonto&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico tonto só de ver que alguém já está ficando tonto&lt;br /&gt;E tento ajudar a todos os que ficam tontos&lt;br /&gt;E assim quem faz papel de tonto sou eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Se a nossa felicidade incomoda tanto os outros&lt;br /&gt;Vamos incomodar até chamar a atenção de todos&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou beijar a tua boca, sem me preocupar com os outros&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, nós não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NÃO SOMOS IGUAIS AOS OUTROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos iguais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARA OUVIR: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=LuW04aTpbng&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=LuW04aTpbng&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6325271819362815105?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6325271819362815105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6325271819362815105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6325271819362815105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6325271819362815105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-somos-iguais-jota-quest.html' title='NÃO SOMOS IGUAIS - JOTA QUEST'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEWQfYv0zVI/AAAAAAAAADk/xebkzHLRvIc/s72-c/N%C3%93S+PLANETA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-3659515617388215339</id><published>2008-06-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:56:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEJA UM IDIOTA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SELhZYCXxfI/AAAAAAAAADc/DnASZUCAzT8/s1600-h/p1_dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971945259091442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SELhZYCXxfI/AAAAAAAAADc/DnASZUCAzT8/s320/p1_dumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A idiotice é vital para a felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente chata essa que quer ser séria, profunda e visceral sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida já é um caos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que fazermos dela, ainda por cima, um tratado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe a seriedade para as horas em que ela é inevitável: mortes,separações, dores e afins. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia-a-dia, pelo amor de Deus, seja idiota! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria dos próprios defeitos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de quem acha defeitos em você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignore o que o boçal do seu chefe disse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense assim: quem tem que carregar aquela cara feia, todos os dias, inseparavelmente, é ele. Pobre dele! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milhares de casamentos acabaram não pela falta de amor, dinheiro, sexo, sincronia, mas pela ausência de idiotice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trate seu amor como seu melhor amigo, e pronto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem disse que é bom dividirmos a vida com alguém que tem conselho pra tudo, soluções sensatas, mas não consegue rir quando tropeça? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que sabe resolver uma crise familiar, mas não tem a menor idéia de como preencher as horas livres de um fim de semana? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto tempo faz que você não vai ao cinema? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bem comum gente que fica perdida quando se acabam os problemas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E daí, o que elas farão se já não têm por que se desesperar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desaprenderam a brincar. Eu não quero alguém assim comigo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você quer? Espero que não! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que é mais difícil é mais gostoso, mas... a realidade já é dura; piora se for densa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincar é legal! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adultos podem (e devem) contar piadas, passear no parque, rir alto e lamber a tampa do iogurte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser adulto não é perder os prazeres da vida e esse é o único "não" realmente aceitável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teste a teoria. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acorde de manhã e decida entre duas coisas: ficar de mau humor e transmitir isso adiante ou sorrir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ter problema na cabeça, sorriso na boca e paz no cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/3078207339054922993-3659515617388215339?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3659515617388215339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3659515617388215339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3659515617388215339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3659515617388215339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/06/seja-um-idiota.html' title='SEJA UM IDIOTA!!!!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SELhZYCXxfI/AAAAAAAAADc/DnASZUCAzT8/s72-c/p1_dumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1405616669119854302</id><published>2008-05-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:18:07.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(PIADA DA BRANCA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEBExylNf8I/AAAAAAAAADU/duOjuk0x-Ys/s1600-h/loiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206236791422418882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEBExylNf8I/AAAAAAAAADU/duOjuk0x-Ys/s320/loiras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na Olimpíada, em um restaurante, um bêbado cutuca uma mulher loira e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Posso te c-contar uma (hic) piada de loira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Você que sabe! — respondeu ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Mas olha bem pra mim! Eu sou Sueca, loira natural, tenho um metro e oitenta de altura, 70 quilos, sou triatleta e faço luta greco-romana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O bêbado fica olhando e não diz nada. Ela continua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Agora dá uma olhada na minha amiguinha aqui do lado! Ela é loiríssima, tem um e noventa de altura, pesa 85 quilos... É jogadora de basquete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O bêbado continua impassível e a loira prossegue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Agora olha pro outro lado! Tá vendo essa loira maior do que a Feiticeira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— A-ham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Pois então, somos amigas de infância! Ela é campeã sul-americana de halterofilismo, tem um e oitenta de altura e quarenta centímetros de braço!E o bêbado continua só olhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Agora a escolha é sua, se você quiser contar a piada, vá em frente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O bêbado pensa um pouco, olha para cada uma das loiras e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;— Ah, se tiver que explicar três vezes eu prefiro nem contar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-1405616669119854302?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1405616669119854302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1405616669119854302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1405616669119854302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1405616669119854302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/piada-da-branca.html' title='(PIADA DA BRANCA)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SEBExylNf8I/AAAAAAAAADU/duOjuk0x-Ys/s72-c/loiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-7922767334884828019</id><published>2008-05-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:51:12.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA PRETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SD4mjSlNf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/agaKmJAScg0/s1600-h/infinito-mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205640607012061090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SD4mjSlNf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/agaKmJAScg0/s320/infinito-mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SD4h9SlNf5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gM7IyLSkhrw/s1600-h/eup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O TEMPO É REI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nunca pensei no tempo como um amigo. Achava que ele só servia pra tornar tudo mais distante, difícil e doloroso. Pois é, mas de uns dias pra cá comecei a observar o que de bom o tempo me trouxe. O amadurecimento, a compreensão, a aceitação de ser imperfeita e gostar de perceber isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais me impressionou foi de como o tempo consegue conservar o amor. Aquele amor que não aconteceu mas que permanece dentro da gente e que as vezes a gente nem percebe.&lt;br /&gt;A gente muda de vida, muda de endereço, muda de paixão, de trabalho, de opinião, mudamos os nossos conceitos, nossos amigos, nossos amantes, nossa rotina, tudo. Mas de alguma forma quando a gente vê aquele cara ou aquela mulher que despertava em nós tantas emoções agregadas o tempo para e falta o ar. E agente se pergunta: -como assim depois de tanto tempo ele(a) ainda mexe comigo desse jeito? Todo mundo já passou por isso. O que não tem um ponto final não acaba nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente se refere ao amor como um vírus e que o tempo seria talvez a cura, já eu, não concordo. Acho que sim o amor pode ser um vírus mas não acredito que tenha cura , pelo menos um amor de verdade não tem, amor de verdade é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando alguém tem uma doença sem cura mas a doença não se manifesta? É assim que vejo o amor de verdade, um vírus que ta dentro da gente e que a gente não pode curar e que de tempo em tempo se manifesta. Não falo só de amor de homem e mulher, quantos melhores amigos não ficam anos sem se falar e quando se encontram continuam se amando como sempre se amaram. Assim também com pais e filhos. E o que sempre observo nessas relações é que o tempo sempre traz benefícios pra ambos os lados. O tempo mostra o que os nossos destinos guardam. O tempo nos renova e nos prepara pra aceitar o que vem pela frente. O tempo é o pai da vida ele ensina, educa e também nos põe de castigo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não cura o amor, o tempo cura a falta dele. Cura a imaturidade, a falta de tato, a falta de discernimento pra saber o que nos faz bem ou não, cura principalmente a nossa ingenuidade de achar que qualquer paixão é amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-7922767334884828019?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7922767334884828019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=7922767334884828019' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7922767334884828019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7922767334884828019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coluna-da-preta_28.html' title='(COLUNA DA PRETA)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SD4mjSlNf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/agaKmJAScg0/s72-c/infinito-mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2729136506224400364</id><published>2008-05-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:21:37.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA GORDI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDUCtSlNf4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ff0I74y6gcU/s1600-h/sabedoria_interna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203067921601757058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDUCtSlNf4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ff0I74y6gcU/s320/sabedoria_interna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção, eu posso estar falando de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vocês já devem ter percebido que eu sou muito louca né? Azar, amo escrever, quando eu me formar eu vou escrever um best seller e vou ser milionária!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estava pensando sobre as pessoas que reclamam da vida, mas não enxergam que só fazem merda!!&lt;br /&gt;É tão engraçado ver a falta de consciência de hoje em dia, já que as pessoas não fazem nada por merecer, mas querem ser muito merecedoras, e além de tudo colocam a culpa da perda nos outros. Estou querendo dizer que não adianta querer ter um grande amor, por exemplo, sendo alguém desleal... Pois eu não sei se existe um Deus, mas é incrível como a justiça seja feita por alguma força ai inexplicável. Na verdade acredito que essa força venha de dentro, acho que a culpa é um imã que afasta as pessoas e os sentimentos bons... Quanta gente eu já vi falando, com toda a razão, que o seu amor é um baita de um burro de não estar com ela, sendo que essa mesma "gente" já pegou o melhor amigo(a), o amigo(a), o irmão(ã) e o pai(mãe) do guri(a), PELO AMOR DE DEUS. Cada um de nós é uma espécie de máquina de moedas, e a cada coisa boa que a gente faz perde-se uma moeda (pois as pessoas levam uma coisa boa da gente) e a cada atitude errada que a gente faz ganha-se uma moeda, que em algum momento da vida terá que ser devolvida, é o troco. Tudo é pago, nada é esquecido. Os que erram pouco pagam pouco os que erram muito pagam muito, às vezes até com a própria moral ou saúde. Eu já aprendi que não se deve trair, nem usar, nem trapacear qualquer pessoa, não importa quem, porque quem vai pagar depois sou eu mesma. Os tempos mudaram, hoje em dia ninguém mais é obrigado a ficar com ninguém. Longe de mim querer dar lição de moral, muito já errei, mas estou me referindo a pessoas muito mais vividas do que eu a importância de respeitar a si e aos outros. A culpa é um sentimento que põe tudo contra nós mesmos, inclusive nossas células que se voltam contra nossos erros e tem a finalidade de nos destruir gerando o câncer. A minha sugestão é que digamos sempre a verdade, em qualquer hipótese, que avisemos previamente as pessoas sobre as nossas intenções, sem decepcioná-las. É a melhor prevenção para uma vida mais saudável. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não sei quem criou o mundo, mas ele possui regras muito claras. &lt;/span&gt;(No meu livro constará todas as regras do jogo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2729136506224400364?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2729136506224400364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2729136506224400364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2729136506224400364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2729136506224400364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coluna-da-gordi_21.html' title='(COLUNA DA GORDI)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDUCtSlNf4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ff0I74y6gcU/s72-c/sabedoria_interna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-7751025240588419822</id><published>2008-05-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:01:48.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(PIADA DA PRETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDIwtfx8jrI/AAAAAAAAACs/-j_lgFfRtHw/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202274077749579442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDIwtfx8jrI/AAAAAAAAACs/-j_lgFfRtHw/s400/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;QUANTAS MULHERES NA TPM SÃO NECESSÁRIAS PARA SE TROCAR UMA LÂMPADA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Uma. E você sabe por que só uma? Porque ninguém dentro desta casa sabe &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;COMO &lt;/span&gt;trocar uma lâmpada. São um bando de &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;IMPRESTÁVEIS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Eles nem percebem que ela queimou. Podem ficar em casa no escuro por três dias antes de notar que a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOSTA&lt;/span&gt; da lâmpada não funciona mais!!! E quando ele notarem, vão passar mais cinco dias esperando que &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt; toque a lâmpada... porque eles simplesmente acham que &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt; sou &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;escrava de plantão!!! E no momento em que se derem conta que eu não vou trocar a lâmpada, eles vão ficar mais &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;DOIS&lt;/span&gt; dias no escuro porque não sabem que as lâmpadas novas ficam dentro da &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;MALDITA&lt;/span&gt; dispensa. E se por algum milagre eles encontrarem as lâmpadas novas, vão arrasta a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;MERDA&lt;/span&gt; da poltrona da sala até o lugar onde está a lâmpada queimada e vão arranhar o piso todo. E sabe por quê??? Porque são &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;INCAPAZES &lt;/span&gt;de saber onde a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PORRA&lt;/span&gt; da escada fica guardada. Já que é inútil esperar que eles troquem a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PORCARIA &lt;/span&gt;da lâmpada, então serei &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;EU &lt;/span&gt;mesma quem vai trocá-la!!! E some da minha frente...&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/3078207339054922993-7751025240588419822?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7751025240588419822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=7751025240588419822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7751025240588419822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/7751025240588419822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/piada-da-preta.html' title='(PIADA DA PRETA)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SDIwtfx8jrI/AAAAAAAAACs/-j_lgFfRtHw/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2156902666190330240</id><published>2008-05-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:15:45.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLUNA DO JULINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC-QOvx8jqI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GvAgIXcvoI/s1600-h/jeito+moleque+e+outras+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534677654736546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC-QOvx8jqI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GvAgIXcvoI/s400/jeito+moleque+e+outras+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Amizade sem trato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dei pra me emocionar cada vez que falo dos amigos. Deve ser a idade, dizem que a gente fica mais sentimental. Mas é fato: quando penso no que tenho demais valioso, os amigos aparecem em pé de igualdade com o resto da família. E quando ouço pessoas dizendo que amigo, mas amigo meeeesmo, a gente só temdois ou três, empino o peito e fico até meio besta de tanto orgulho: eutenho muito mais do que dois ou três. São uma cambada. Não é privilégio meu,qualquer pessoa poderia ter tantos assim, mas quem se dedica? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fulano é meu amigo, Sicrana é minha amiga. É nada. São conhecidos. Gente que cumprimentamos na rua, falamos rapidamente numa festa, de repente sabemosaté de uma fofoca pesada sobre eles, mas amigos? Nem perto. Alguns até chegaram a ser, mas não são mais por absoluta falta de cuidado de ambas aspartes.Amizade não é só empatia, é cultivo. Exige tempo, disposição. E o maisimportante: o carinho não precisa – nem deve – vir acompanhado de um motivo. As pessoas se falam basicamente nos aniversários, no Natal ou para pedir umfavor – tem que haver alguma razão prática ou festiva para fazer contato.Pois para saber a diferença entre um amigo ocasional e um amigo de verdade,basta tirar a razão de cena. Você não precisa de uma razão, basta sentir afalta da pessoa. E, estando juntos, trataremos-se bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Difícil exemplificar o que é tratar bem. Se são amigos mesmo, não precisam nem falar, podem caminhar lado a lado em silêncio. Não é preciso troca deelogios constantes, podem até pegar no pé um do outro, delicadamente. Não épreciso manifestações constantes de carinho, podem dizer verdades duras, às vezes elas são necessárias. Mas há sempre algo sublime no ar entre doisamigos de verdade. Talvez respeito seja a palavra. Afeto, certamente.Cumplicidade? Mais do que cumplicidade. Sintonia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Acho que é amor. Oh, céus! Santa pieguice, Batman! Amor? Esta lengalenga de novo? Sério, só mesmo amando um amigo para permitir que ele se atire no seusofá e chore as dores dele sem que você se incomode nem um pingo com isso.Só mesmo amando para você confiar a ele seu próprio inferno. E para não invejarem as vitórias um do outro. Por amor, você empresta as suas coisas,dá o seu tempo, é honesto nas suas respostas, cuida para não ofender, abraça causas que não são suas, entra numas roubadas, compreende alguns sumiços –mas liga quando o sumiço é exagerado. Tudo isso é amizade com trato. Se amigos assim entraram na sua vida, não deixe que sumam. Porém, a maioria das pessoas não só deixa como contribui para que os amigos evaporem. Ignora os mecanismos de manutenção. Acha que amizade é algo que vem pronto e que é da sua natureza ser constante, sem precisar que a gente dê uma mãozinha. E aí um dia abrimos a mãozinha e não conseguimos contar nos dedos nem dois amigos pra valer. E ainda argumentamos que a solidão é um sintoma destes dias de hoje, tão emergenciais, tão individualistas. Nada disso. A solidão é apenas um sintoma do nosso descaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2156902666190330240?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2156902666190330240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2156902666190330240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2156902666190330240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2156902666190330240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coluna-do-julinho.html' title='COLUNA DO JULINHO'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC-QOvx8jqI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GvAgIXcvoI/s72-c/jeito+moleque+e+outras+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-9026239054803309475</id><published>2008-05-16T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:50:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coleção de amigas do trio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC3Wgvx8jpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jqVmoqvKK1A/s1600-h/noitenagordi+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201049002752904850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC3Wgvx8jpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jqVmoqvKK1A/s400/noitenagordi+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuidadas com muito carinho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendemos, a cada nova experiência o que é necessário para uma boa relação. Demonstrar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afeto&lt;/span&gt;, procurar não criticar, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descontar&lt;/span&gt; suas coisas, respeitar a individualidade são comportamentos necessários, MUITO NECESSÁRIOS. Queremos que os amigos sempre se sintam bem na nossa presença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto da noite histórica do trio!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos amores!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-9026239054803309475?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/9026239054803309475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=9026239054803309475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/9026239054803309475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/9026239054803309475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coleo-de-amigas-do-trio.html' title='Coleção de amigas do trio...'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SC3Wgvx8jpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jqVmoqvKK1A/s72-c/noitenagordi+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1845542347896219824</id><published>2008-05-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:28:32.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Piada da Gordi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCy4Hvx8joI/AAAAAAAAACU/u61JYL0TGY4/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200734112930631298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCy4Hvx8joI/AAAAAAAAACU/u61JYL0TGY4/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O trio é tão tão tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt;, que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norris&lt;/span&gt; tentou ser o 4º integrante mas não preencheu os requisitos necessários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-1845542347896219824?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1845542347896219824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1845542347896219824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1845542347896219824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1845542347896219824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/piada-da-gordi.html' title='(Piada da Gordi)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCy4Hvx8joI/AAAAAAAAACU/u61JYL0TGY4/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5769309560162981144</id><published>2008-05-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:43:58.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCfYR_x8jnI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5sO8JZU7x8/s1600-h/topic_5741.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362098512825970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCfYR_x8jnI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5sO8JZU7x8/s400/topic_5741.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje eu realmente fiquei braba e quero descontar minha raiva no blogger! VÃO CUIDA DA VIDA DE VOCÊS CARALHO!!!! Já sei, tu deve tá pensando, "Se não é pra cuidar da vida delas então pra que fazer blogger?". Não tô falando disso, o blogger é pra ser visitado mesmo, mas guarda tua opinião pra ti, como um simples telespectador. EU VOU FAZER O QUE EU TIVER AFIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Segundo a pesquisa de Maslow com GRANDES pessoas (Como Ainsten), ele pôde concluir que a lista a baixo são as principais caracteristicas em comum destas pessoas, que para ele já alcançaram uma forma melhor, mais eficaz e saudável de viver:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1- Poder de percepção mais eficiente da realidade, gerando relações mais satisfstórias com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Não adianta fugir da verdade, seja realista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2- Poder de aceitação de si e dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Faça o que bem entender da sua vida e não fique enxendo o saco dos outros; Sua opinião não vale nada, as pessoas SEMPRE fazem o que elas querem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3- Poder da espontaneidade, do simples, do natural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Escolha bem o médico que colocará suas próteses de silicone para ficar natural)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4- O poder do desprendimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5- Poder de autonomia, independência em relação à cultura, ao meio e a outras pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(PENSE COM A SUA PRÓPRIA CABEÇA, OS OUTROS NÃO SABEM O QUE DIZEM, NÃO SENTEM O QUE VOCÊ SENTE, NÃO ENXERGAM AS EXPERIÊNCIAS DA MESMA FORMA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6- O poder de manter a pureza permanente de apreciação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(E mesmo quando perceber que 99,99% das pessoas em volta ainda não atingiram o estado de amor próprio e precisa te crítcar tente anular isso e apreciar as pessoas que gostam de ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7- O poder de vivenciar experiências místicas e culminantes; valorizar estas experiências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8- "gemeinschftsgefühl" = o sentimento de parentesco com os outros; o poder que boas relações nos trazem,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Porra, se entrega né?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9- O poder das relações interpessoais mais profundas e intensas,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(SE FICA ENXENDO O SACO É FODA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10- O poder de ter um caráter democrático,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Egoísta do caralho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11- Poder de discriminar os meios e os fins, o bem e o mal,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Sai fora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12- O poder do senso de humor filosófico e não hostil,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (Uma piada sempre cai bem, ao invés de brigar diga: "vai te fude" com um sorrisinho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13- O presente da criatividade auto-realizadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Teoria de Maslow, passe adiante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-5769309560162981144?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5769309560162981144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5769309560162981144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5769309560162981144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5769309560162981144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-eu-realmente-fiquei-braba-e-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCfYR_x8jnI/AAAAAAAAACM/u5sO8JZU7x8/s72-c/topic_5741.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-6567377512149252859</id><published>2008-05-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:59:22.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA PRETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCY2sBt-lDI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fsi0Ymll6Ak/s1600-h/TRIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198902949849240626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCY2sBt-lDI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fsi0Ymll6Ak/s400/TRIO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEMONSTRO AQUI MINHA GRATIDÃO PERANTE ESSAS DUAS PESSOAS SENSACIONAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho palavras pra explicar a felicidade , honra e orgulho que eu senti ao ler a postagem (COLUNA DA GORDI) ... é mto gratificante reconhecer na gente esse amor e essa amizade de alma... que para mim espero que seja eterna.... acho q boa parte do nosso darma esta dentro da gente mesmo... é bom saber q existem pessoais reais ao meu lado como vcs, pessoas sem vergonha, pessoas com vontade, com medos, anseios e ao mesmo tempo coragem. Pessoas que dividem os outros apenas em duas categorias: as que vivem e as que fingem viver. Pra essas pessoas não existe classe social, cor, etnia, religião e acima de tudo não existe realmente preconceito. São esses seres humanos que se sentem bem só por entregar um simples sorriso e receber outro de volta e isso não tem nada de material no mundo que pague. São essas pessoas q qnd se machucam e perdem algo em suas vidas ao invés de escolher o caminho da vingança escolhem o caminho díficil, do amor e do perdão. Esse ano perdi uma grande amiga q era um exemplo de felicidade real (conquistada por essas pessoas de verdade), e a dor no meu coração e na minha alma é enorme mas confortada pela idéia de que há uma parte maior ainda com as coisas boas q ela influenciou em minha vida. Quando alguém que a gente ama muito vai embora as coisas q customavam nos fazer mal já não tem o mesmo peso, assim como as coisas que nos fazem bem começam a ter muito mais valor. Explicar o quanto eu valorizo esse momento da minha vida é díficil pq as vezes nem eu entendo... a saudade realmente dói mas o previlégio de ter pelo menos conhecido e aprendido com ela me faz ser uma pessoa melhor, ou pelo menos tentar.&lt;br /&gt;O trio é minha base ... o que me sustenta... o que me eleva... agradecer o apoio é pouco é preciso tb apoiar ....vejo em nós uma devoção total, uma seita pelo bem e onde a gente passa essa seita faz mais alguém feliz , além de nós. Aprecio nossas besteiras, risadas, loucuras, manias e o monte de merda que a gente fala, pq o q realmente importa pra nós é isso, nossa falta de pudor nos permite amar mto mais e ser mais amadas também. Pra ser como a gente só precisa ser duas coisas: sincero e voraz... pensar que tudo é possível custe o tempo, a vida , os anos que custar... mas que vai dar certo...ir atras de uma palavra de afeto dando outra em troca...simplesmente VIVER EM PAZ consigo mesmo e com quem te ama. Nesse ano descobri o que é realmente o amor , fui obrigada a entender a morte , e senti o que é sofrer e ser feliz de verdade. Aprendi que não posso deixar de fazer o q me faz bem pelos erros dos outros, deito na cama e consigo dormir tendo minha consciência sempre limpa, o tempo passa e essas pessoas q erraram tb vão se perdoar... escolho a VIDA ao lado de vcs por ser CLARA, TRANSPARENTE E INTENSA e por entender que nada nunca me fez sentir tão bem. AGRADEÇO A TUDO QUE REPRESENTAM PRA MIM E POR TUDO Q AINDA REPRESENTARÃO. AMO VCS COM TODO MEU CORAÇÃO , ALMA E DEVOÇÃO E VEJO VCS UMA IMAGEM PERFEITA REFLETIDA DO Q SOU E AINDA QUERO SER... OBRIGADO POR FAZEREM PARTE DA MINHA PASSAGEM NESSA VIDA E POR OUTRAS TB... PQ SÓ UMA LIGAÇÃO DE OUTRAS VIDAS PODE EXPLICAR ESSA NOSSA CONEXÃO QUE NÃO É DE SANGUE, MAS SIM DE ALGO MAIS FORTE Q ISSO, A ALMA.&lt;br /&gt;"BASTA SER SINCERO E DESEJAR PROFUNDO, QUE VOCÊ SERÁ CAPAZ DE SACUDIR O MUNDO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-6567377512149252859?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/6567377512149252859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=6567377512149252859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6567377512149252859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/6567377512149252859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coluna-da-preta.html' title='(COLUNA DA PRETA)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCY2sBt-lDI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fsi0Ymll6Ak/s72-c/TRIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-636653803400159623</id><published>2008-05-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:58:59.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(COLUNA DA GORDI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCXcxxt-lCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cor0WVjSKnE/s1600-h/scooba.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198804092586988578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCXcxxt-lCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cor0WVjSKnE/s400/scooba.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoas citadas no meu texto: As Trakinas meio a meio do meu coração:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Declaração de amor em uma garrafa enviada ao RJ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O dia que parei de olhar só pro próprio umbigo e enxerguei como existem GRANDES pessoas ao meu redor tive consciência que temos muito a aprender... Achei quem pude me espelhar, quem me deu sentimentos verdadeiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoas que me ensinaram a enxergar a felicidade nas pequenas coisas, em pequenos elogios... Detalhes fundamentalmente estimulantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conheci pessoas que não tinham motivos para ficarem, que ficaram porque ficar junto é muito bom... Pessoas que me ensinaram que nem todo mundo é maldoso, que nem todo mundo quer nosso mal... Que me proporcionaram uma amizade pura, ingênua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aí então passei a não me importar com o olhar sério dos outros perante minhas atitudes mais idiotas... Quem reprova não renova... Especial é quem tem capacidade de conquistar qualquer pessoas, de qualquer idade, qualquer ideologia... Inteligente é quem aprende com essas experiências...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo mesmo é quem ri da gente, não julga a gente, dá um beijo e um abraço na gente, que além de amigo ama a gente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoas que me fizeram ver que a futilidade é a maior perda de tempo, que a elegância é uma grande farsa e que bonito mesmo é poder ser quem quiser em qualquer lugar... Sendo sincero consigo e com os outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ser feliz é preciso saber ser sozinho, olhar pro teto do quarto e achar engraçado. Para não se preocupar é preciso ter a consciência limpa, não brincar com o sentimento dos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É necessário ter alguém que nos lembre a todo o momento que a vida só vale a pena quando é vivida com intensidade, que a alma não tem calma, que o amor não espera. Quebrar a cara nem é tão ruim assim, a gente sobrevive a tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essencialmente, você precisa ter muitos amigos, conhecê-los para saber lidar com suas dificuldades. Para não ser infeliz é preciso ter tato para reconhecer quem te quer bem e quem te quer mal... Tratar bem quem te quer bem, tratar superficialmente quem te quer mal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É muito importante ser criativo e divertido. A malandragem só adquire-se vivendo entre os malandros. Engana-se quem acha que a beleza abre portas... Estagna-se quem não dá abertura aos outros, é triste de ver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para ser mais feliz é preciso saber ser feliz, e por mais redundante que pareça, essa é a parte mais difícil... A gente tem que aceitar que ninguém é feliz a toda hora, que a receita da felicidade pode ser seguida à risca, mas pode dar errado, e nessa hora a gente mostra o jogo de cintura que a vida exige. Se for com pessoas alto-astral é mais fácil livrar-se da doença mental... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredite! Dê beijos, abraços. Tente sorrir para um garçom, cumprimentar um mendigo, conversar sobre a vida com sua empregada doméstica... Para você pode não fazer diferença, mas com certeza essas pessoas serão aquelas que te incluirão nas suas orações... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não tenha preconceito, da onde menos se espera é que vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coma o que quiser, fale o que quiser, mas, por favor, não se sinta culpado. Não agrade, não se prejudique, pois mesmo que entre mil boas atitudes, uma já é o bastante pra esquecer-se tudo que já foi feito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Baseado nas experiências de vida de Gordi, que pode parecer ter 67 anos, mas possui somente 20 anos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3078207339054922993-636653803400159623?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/636653803400159623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=636653803400159623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/636653803400159623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/636653803400159623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/coluna-da-gordi.html' title='(COLUNA DA GORDI)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCXcxxt-lCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cor0WVjSKnE/s72-c/scooba.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5260830115198082783</id><published>2008-05-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:25:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENIGMA 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCSI-Bt-lBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nIbPNjZ9i20/s1600-h/SHOWDII.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198430469086942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCSI-Bt-lBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nIbPNjZ9i20/s400/SHOWDII.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;5 IMAGENS VALEM MTO MAIS QUE MIL PALAVRAS! ADIVINHE QUE BANDA É ESTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-5260830115198082783?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5260830115198082783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5260830115198082783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5260830115198082783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5260830115198082783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/enigma-2.html' title='ENIGMA 2!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCSI-Bt-lBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nIbPNjZ9i20/s72-c/SHOWDII.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-4635098986519526553</id><published>2008-05-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:25:27.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só eu e Preta vamos entender porque a Cacá já esqueceu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCPC2MT4PsI/AAAAAAAAABs/T29EDornqBM/s1600-h/justin_timberlake_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198212631189012162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCPC2MT4PsI/AAAAAAAAABs/T29EDornqBM/s400/justin_timberlake_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRÊS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMAGENS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRÊS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALAVRAS.&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/3078207339054922993-4635098986519526553?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4635098986519526553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=4635098986519526553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/4635098986519526553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/4635098986519526553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/trs-imagens-valem-mais-do-que-trs-mil.html' title='Só eu e Preta vamos entender porque a Cacá já esqueceu!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCPC2MT4PsI/AAAAAAAAABs/T29EDornqBM/s72-c/justin_timberlake_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-4641056129430728820</id><published>2008-05-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:53:11.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA IMAGEM VALE MAIS DO QUE MIL PALAVRAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCN1-sT4PrI/AAAAAAAAABk/uLnwdRkX_hE/s1600-h/meu+deus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198128114822561458" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCKEBsT4PqI/AAAAAAAAABc/VsS6AqAosec/s400/musa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENHO EM MEIO A ESSE NOSSO HUMILDE BLOG HOMENAGEAR NOSSA MUSA E AMIGA BRUNA SCHENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBRIGADA, PELAS PALAVRAS SÁBIAS E E POR TODAS AS OUTRAS TB.... TU É UM MITO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E A GENTE TE AMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Mulher, mulher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na escola em que você foi ensinada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamais tirei um dez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou forte mas não chego aos seus pés..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escolhi esse trecho da música Mulher ... de Erasmo Carlos pra definir nosso mito pq se o Erasmo não escreveu essa música pra ela, escreveu pra mãe dela... hehehehehehe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beijoooooooos da Pretaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3078207339054922993-2435200597980781529?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2435200597980781529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2435200597980781529' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2435200597980781529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2435200597980781529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-mera-homenagem-um-grande-mito.html' title='UM MERA HOMENAGEM A UM GRANDE MITO!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCKEBsT4PqI/AAAAAAAAABc/VsS6AqAosec/s72-c/musa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-9175861053720912650</id><published>2008-05-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:45:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EM QUAL VOCÊ SE ENCAIXA? (COLUNA DA GORDI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJ6c8T4PpI/AAAAAAAAABU/c2l1WbknL7k/s1600-h/meu+deus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197851557583404690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJ6c8T4PpI/AAAAAAAAABU/c2l1WbknL7k/s400/meu+deus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O trio separou, hierarquicamente, os homens em:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Simplismente Amor -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O cara pode ser manco, ter lepra, ser fanho, mas ele é simplismente o ser amado. É inexplicavél.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homem de morrer&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;É raro de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontrar, pois ele beira a perfeição. A nossa única expressão pra este homem é “morri”. Ele é aquele perfeitamente lindo e gostoso, que é esperto, surpreendente, inteligente, rico, e fiel. É o homem ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- O cara é lindo, tem um corpo gostoso e todo bem desenhado. Contudo, ele não é só aparência, o cara é o cara, tem uma ginga, é sedutor e atraente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - O cara tem um rosto de largar os filhos no sereno, mas ou falta um corpo legal ou ele não é atraente. Ser chamado de lindo significa estar barrigudinho, pouco malhado ou ser meio mongolão e sem atitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- É aquele que não é tão bonito nem tão gostoso, mas o cara é malandragem pura. Ele sabe do que as mulheres gostam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Macaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - O cara é bonitinho e engraçado; não chama a atenção fisicamente, mas quando rola uma conversa com ele é fatal: paixão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maguary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- É o tipo inseguro, que jura de pé junto que não tá nem ai, mas basta a gente pegar outro que ele fica todo magoado, fala de ti pras tuas amigas e faz jogos sentimentais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem cérebro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Geralmente o cara é divinamente lindo, mas é uma antaaaaaa!!!! Desperdício!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aparentemente perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - O cara é o homem de morrer, só faltou o detalhe principal: TU TE APAIXONAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;– Aquele cara que é bom pegar às vezes, quando não tem nada pra fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nas internas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Aquele cara que ninguém sabe do romance porque ele de alguma forma lhe causa vergonha: ou é ex-pegada da melhor amiga, ou é amigo do ex, ou é feio, ou já ratiou violentamente na tua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romântico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- É o cara que "faz tudo pelo seu bem", manda entregar flores na faculdade, dorme com um ursinho de pelúcia com o seu perfume, e liga só pra dizer que te ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem tu vai tu mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - O muso tá pegando outra na noite? Pega qualquer outro da lista na frente dele, o que não dá é pra levar bola nas costas de graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cozinhado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- É o 16º opção, se não der pra pegar o muso, o lindo, o fera, o macaco e o dia for daqueles que é necessário pegar alguém o cozinhado é o cara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;– É o cara a fim de te pegar, mas que virou melhor amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Não existe. (Uma excessão a regra: GALO, meu melhor amigo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cachorro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;– É o cara que acha que ta bem, mas ta mal. Pega todo mundo, adquire AIDS e no fim fica sozinho. Ou com uma piranha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metrossexual &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Ele atrai você por estar sempre cheiroso e bem vestido, mas passa a ser estranho quando pede seu gloss emprestado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mundo de Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - O cara vive em um mundo totalmente paralelo ao seu, ele vê gnomos, sente a sua energia cósmica, entende dos signos do zodiaco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - É o sem noção, com fortes tendências suicidas. É aquele cara que é maluco, aquele que bebe e bate em todo mundo, aquele cara que dança estranho, aquele cara que ao brigar com você cospi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estupido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Você não entendeu quando o cara te disse que a profissão dele era puxar carroça. Ele só não te dá uma bifa por um detalhe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pato &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Só ele não percebeu que você pega ele e o Joãozinho ao mesmo tempo. E que quando seu celular toca as 5h da manhã não é a sua mãe querendo saber onde você está!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nojo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – Não gosto nem de lembrar, é aquele que só de pensar em cruzar com ele na rua da ânsia. O beijo é babado e as mãos são grudentas... ÉCA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chato do inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – É o cara que não entendeu que já eras. Ele liga 15x ao dia, manda 30 mensagens, deixa depoimento no orkut e vem te xingar no msn porque tu não atendeste ao telefone, não respondeu a mensagem e apagou o depoimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Escrito por Gordi - gradução, mestrado e doutorado pela vida)&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/3078207339054922993-9175861053720912650?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/9175861053720912650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=9175861053720912650' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/9175861053720912650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/9175861053720912650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/em-qual-voc-se-encaixa.html' title='EM QUAL VOCÊ SE ENCAIXA? (COLUNA DA GORDI)'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJ6c8T4PpI/AAAAAAAAABU/c2l1WbknL7k/s72-c/meu+deus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-3924952781314966024</id><published>2008-05-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:36:39.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJmT8T4PoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xEiE4zVheiY/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197829412732026498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJmT8T4PoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xEiE4zVheiY/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Ela é engraçada&lt;br /&gt;É inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Também é bem humorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro quando ela chega toda entusiasmada&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de carisma junto da rapaziada&lt;br /&gt;Mulher sem frescura sempre toma uma gelada&lt;br /&gt;O assunto é futebol e ela tá atualizada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é demais&lt;br /&gt;Ela trabalha (A Cacá trabalha por todo mundo)&lt;br /&gt;disposta ela sempre tá contente&lt;br /&gt;É estilosa tem um jeito irreverente&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fecha a cara anda solta e sorridente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Ela é engraçada&lt;br /&gt;É inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Também é bem humorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela cozinha faz um rango excelente&lt;br /&gt;De noite na cama sempre é surpreendente.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer lugar jamais se faz indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Nunca da mancada nunca é incoveniente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-3924952781314966024?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3924952781314966024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=3924952781314966024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3924952781314966024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/3924952781314966024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/ela-diferente-ela-engraada-inteligente.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCJmT8T4PoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xEiE4zVheiY/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-5240131430033038655</id><published>2008-05-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:17:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE VERDADEIRA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCGcI8T4PnI/AAAAAAAAABE/ioEKEzMY-Kc/s1600-h/brit2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197607122404654706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCGcI8T4PnI/AAAAAAAAABE/ioEKEzMY-Kc/s400/brit2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade no olhar de quem vê nossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Sente o respeito, prova o gosto da verdade, da união&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a voz do seu coração te levar para a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Eu devo estar por lá&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão natural tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia falhei não foi por mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou aqui para te homenagear&lt;br /&gt;Amigo conte comigo quando precisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisar de alguém pra desabafar&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisar de alguém estarei por lá&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisar de uma amizade verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Que perdure a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;É só me chamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADA MELHOR PRA EXPLICAR NOSSA CONEXÃO DO QUE UM PAGODINHO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO JEITO MOLEQUE.... HEHEHEHE... AMEI AS POSTAGENS ... MAS AMO MAIS VCS ... "SE A SAUDADE APERTAR VAI SER GOLPE FATAL..." .... TO VOLTANDOOOOOO!! AMO MUITO VOCÊS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-5240131430033038655?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5240131430033038655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=5240131430033038655' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5240131430033038655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/5240131430033038655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/amizade-verdadeira.html' title='AMIZADE VERDADEIRA!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCGcI8T4PnI/AAAAAAAAABE/ioEKEzMY-Kc/s72-c/brit2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2202703988249919988</id><published>2008-05-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:03:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCD_zx4aqwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yUw2Qe1KE0M/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197435235013929730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCD_zx4aqwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yUw2Qe1KE0M/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra mostrar que a gente esta com saudades mesmo... colocamos a foto do gordinho mais simpático do rio de janeiro!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não adiante vim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com guaraná pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É chocolate o que eu quero beber...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VEM QUE NAO ADIANTA É TU O NOSSO CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2202703988249919988?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2202703988249919988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2202703988249919988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2202703988249919988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2202703988249919988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-pra-mostrar-que-gente-esta-com.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCD_zx4aqwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yUw2Qe1KE0M/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-734763191628623558</id><published>2008-05-06T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:25:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCDorh4aqvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HbM7pvcNYFo/s1600-h/preta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197409804512570098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCDorh4aqvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HbM7pvcNYFo/s400/preta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SAUDADES DA NOSSA PRETAAAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3078207339054922993-734763191628623558?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/734763191628623558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=734763191628623558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/734763191628623558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/734763191628623558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/saudades-da-nossa-pretaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SCDorh4aqvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HbM7pvcNYFo/s72-c/preta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-8576557649800348312</id><published>2008-05-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:19:47.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EN TUS PUPÍLAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB-ahx4aquI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bRP12mBZDC0/s1600-h/SHAKI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197042400125168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB-ahx4aquI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bRP12mBZDC0/s320/SHAKI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de conocerte el mundo era plano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunque lo discuta usted Señor Galilei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y me canse de besar ranas en vano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero el príncipe azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamás no encontré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y así llegaste tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devolviéndome la fe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin poemas y sin flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con defectos con errores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero en pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y siento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo en ti algo entre los dos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me hace insistir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando miro en tus pupilas se que Dios no dejo de existir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu lo haces vivir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vida es una colección de recuerdos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero a nada como tu recuerdo tan bien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde la redondez que tiene en tus labios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al color de tu pelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al color de tu piel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No pienses que te iras y me voy a resignar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre lo mundano y lo sagrado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aun mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y siento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo en ti algo entre los dos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me hace insistir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando miro en tus pupilas se que Dios no dejo de existir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHAKIRA É MUSA! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS VCS SÃO MAIS .. APROVEITANDO MEU RITMO CASTELHANO UMA MÚSICA EM ESPANHOL PARA MINHAS CHICAS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMO VCS ... BEIJOS DA PRETA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-8576557649800348312?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8576557649800348312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=8576557649800348312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/8576557649800348312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/8576557649800348312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/en-tus-puplas.html' title='EN TUS PUPÍLAS!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB-ahx4aquI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bRP12mBZDC0/s72-c/SHAKI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1814552950044313717</id><published>2008-05-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:54:49.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB5azB4aqtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfvxobNEI9g/s1600-h/CAPA_CAMPEAOGAUCHO_040508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196690852757023442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB5azB4aqtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfvxobNEI9g/s400/CAPA_CAMPEAOGAUCHO_040508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARABÉNS COLORADO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAMPEÃO GAÚCHO 2008!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUNCA DECEPCIONA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB5Z5x4aqsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F1RzQbbGJ_U/s1600-h/CAPA_CAMPEAOGAUCHO_040508.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TE AMAMOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHALAIALAIALAIAAAAAAAAAA...............INTER..INTER!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-1814552950044313717?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1814552950044313717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1814552950044313717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1814552950044313717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1814552950044313717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/parabns-colorado-campeo-gacho-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB5azB4aqtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfvxobNEI9g/s72-c/CAPA_CAMPEAOGAUCHO_040508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-1607357393546115855</id><published>2008-05-04T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:46:16.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB4OTR4aqrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aUhW3qa04lo/s1600-h/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196606744412465842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB4OTR4aqrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aUhW3qa04lo/s400/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ENIGMA: A Ruiva é uma mulher muito determinada em busca da felicidade, sem dar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mínima&lt;/span&gt; para comentários e julgamentos. É uma mulher capaz de ser terrivelmente prática e divinamente romantica. Tem um gosto refinado. A Japonesa nunca é fraca, só escolhe fazer este papel de donzela. É uma mulher fria, forte e determinada, mas isso quando é ameaçada em uma guerra. Fora isso é afetiva, carinhosa. Para tirá-la do sério basta vasculhar sua intimidade. A Loira é misteriosa. Pode parecer manhosa e frágil, mas não existe furia igual. Para ela, ou adora ou odeia. Se nenhuma das duas, ela ignora. O senso de justiça é muito forte.  Fiel e devotada a respeito das amizades.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amo vocês! Beijão da Gordi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-1607357393546115855?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1607357393546115855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=1607357393546115855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1607357393546115855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/1607357393546115855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/enigma-ruiva-uma-mulher-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SB4OTR4aqrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aUhW3qa04lo/s72-c/trio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078207339054922993.post-2602079494858833376</id><published>2008-05-03T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:18:12.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU QUERO ENFEITAR VOCÊ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SBzOiB4aqqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NnxHYW45J9E/s1600-h/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196255154094647970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SBzOiB4aqqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NnxHYW45J9E/s320/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu não quero esse poder.&lt;br /&gt;Toma ele pra você eu só quero cantar, gozar e gastar da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero um cafuné e um cobertor de orelha fixo, nesse inverno tão rígido fingir que acredito em você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero enfeitar você, eu quero enfeitar você, eu quero enfeitar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero me perder&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero esse poder&lt;br /&gt;Chamar o sapo de príncipe&lt;br /&gt;Comer você de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parecer estar quase perdido, que foi quase esquecido, que não é mais minha maçã&lt;br /&gt;hum...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero um cafuné, um cobertor de orelha fixo, nesse inverno tão rígido fingir que acredito em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero enfeitar você!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078207339054922993-2602079494858833376?l=hermanascoragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2602079494858833376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078207339054922993&amp;postID=2602079494858833376' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2602079494858833376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078207339054922993/posts/default/2602079494858833376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanascoragem.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-quero-enfeitar-voc.html' title='EU QUERO ENFEITAR VOCÊ!'/><author><name>trio ternura!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792233844628960596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SLRN2crBRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pB2_JmVdYDs/S220/DSC01234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E6zPlmnQMQ4/SBzOiB4aqqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NnxHYW45J9E/s72-c/trio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
