<?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-5875973426414412951</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:06:04.148-03:00</updated><category term='aventuras'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='Planos'/><category term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Viver : Transformar-se</title><subtitle type='html'>Pois viver deveria ser - até o último pensamento e derradeiro olhar - transformar-se.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5255218601822916663</id><published>2012-01-31T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:24:20.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História dos Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpzUSN13CiQ/TyhLHqPqMsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pRwV6kH0LSY/s1600/tumblr_l0khaucf3p1qbpgifo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpzUSN13CiQ/TyhLHqPqMsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pRwV6kH0LSY/s1600/tumblr_l0khaucf3p1qbpgifo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os Sentimentos Humanos certo dia se reuniram para &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;brincar. Depois que o Tédio bocejou três vezes porque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a indecisão não chegava a conclusão nenhuma e a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desconfiança estava tomando conta, a Loucura propôs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que brincassem de esconde-esconde. A Curiosidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;quis saber todos os detalhes do jogo, e a Intriga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;começou a cochichar com os outros que certamente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alguém ali iria trapacear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O Entusiasmo saltou de contentamento e convenceu a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dúvida e a Apatia, ainda sentadas num canto, a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;entrarem no jogo. A Verdade achou que isso de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;esconder não estava com nada, a Arrogância fez cara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de desdém pois a idéia não tinha sido dela, e o Medo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;preferiu não se arriscar: “Ah, gente, vamos deixar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tudo como está”, e como sempre perdeu a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oportunidade de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A primeira a se esconder foi a Preguiça, deixando-se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cair no chão atrás de uma pedra, ali mesmo onde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;estava. O otimismo escondeu-se no arco-íris, e a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inveja se ocultou junto com a Hipocrisia, que sorrindo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fingidamente atrás de uma árvore estava odiando tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;aquilo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Generosidade quase não conseguia se esconder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;porque era grande e ainda queria abrigar meio mundo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a Culpa ficou paralisada pois já estava mais do que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;escondida em si mesma, a Sensualidade se estendeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ao sol num lugar bonito e secreto para saborear o que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a vida lhe oferecia, porque não era nem boba nem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fingida; o Egoísmo achou um lugar perfeito onde não &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cabia ninguém mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Mentira disse para a Inocência que ia se esconder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;no fundo do oceano, onde a inocente acabou afogada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a Paixão meteu-se na cratera de um vulcão ativo, e o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esquecimento já nem sabia o que estavam fazendo ali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Depois de contar até 99 a Loucura começou a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;procurar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Achou um, achou outro, mas ao remexer num arbusto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;espesso ouviu um gemido: era o Amor, com os olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;furados pelos espinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Loucura o tomou pelo braço e seguiu com ele, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;espalhando beleza pelo mundo. Desde então o Amor é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cego e a Loucura o acompanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Juntos fazem a vida valer a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– mas isso não é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;coisa para os medrosos nem para os apáticos, que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;perdem a felicidade no matagal dos preconceitos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;onde rosnam os deuses melancólicos da acomodação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adaptado por Lya Luft.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5255218601822916663?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5255218601822916663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2012/01/historia-dos-sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5255218601822916663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5255218601822916663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2012/01/historia-dos-sentimentos.html' title='História dos Sentimentos'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpzUSN13CiQ/TyhLHqPqMsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pRwV6kH0LSY/s72-c/tumblr_l0khaucf3p1qbpgifo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6199854811175396127</id><published>2012-01-26T22:10:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:06:30.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.Gotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnObXziDRyE/TyH4ux0-TRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Po9ouk2CQJ0/s1600/gotas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnObXziDRyE/TyH4ux0-TRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Po9ouk2CQJ0/s400/gotas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De solidão, duas gotas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;De sorriso meia, de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;expectativa mais do que deveria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De saudades tenho quase um vidro inteiro só de gotas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra quem me ver passar prefiro deixar cair gotinhas de esperança, de certezas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fé, Amor... gratidão. Também tenho gotas para essas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, vou juntando e percebo que tenho quase um oceano de tudo, tenho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo do mundo que deixei pingar. Tenho o afeto do outro, e isso respigar um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pouco de alegria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6199854811175396127?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6199854811175396127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2012/01/gotas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6199854811175396127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6199854811175396127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2012/01/gotas.html' title='.Gotas'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnObXziDRyE/TyH4ux0-TRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Po9ouk2CQJ0/s72-c/gotas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2181110615414298396</id><published>2011-12-30T16:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:06:15.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“ – Adeus – disse a raposa. – Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Passaram-se os anos, já faz muito tempo que li isso em um dos livros mais conhecidos do mundo. Parece simples, clichê, repetitivo. Mas as palavras da raposa ainda ecoam como se eu tivesse lendo pela primeira vez. O essencial é invisível aos olhos disse a raposa. Lembro de alguém me ensinando os substantivos abstratos, e me dizia: É tudo aquilo que não se pode ver ou tocar e isso me lembra bem coisas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;essenciais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;invisíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que não tocamos, mas que é possível sentir quando assim desejamos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lembro agora de palavras como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: magenta; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amizade, Amor, Compreensão... Sinceridade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;, elas não podem ser tocadas. Só a vemos quando estamos DISPOSTOS, &amp;nbsp;mas muitas vezes inundados com os afazeres, não nos permitimos ouvir o segredo da raposa, e ai os dias passam e chegamos a pensar que é perda de tempo plantar amigos, fazer o bem, desejar felicidades e compartilhar a vida com gente de verdade. Digo Gente de Verdade! Não os fictícios &amp;nbsp;criados via internet, &amp;nbsp;infelizmente aos reais amigos damos o nosso limitado tempo, assim... sem muito gosto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas os muitos dias de novo se passaram, já foram mais 365, vejo as coisas que desperdicei, que fui capaz de ganhar e outras que fiz questão de perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aos meus verdadeiros companheiros de aventura, ah... Eles que por tanto tempo já me acompanham, meu muito obrigado por poder contar sempre com vocês. Aos velhos e distantes, mas verdadeiros amigos, que vez ou outra me ligam, mandam notícias de si, vocês são parte do essencial que às vezes pela cegueira, não vemos. A todos que me acompanham e que me desejam sorte, me transmitem amor e segurança, muito obrigado essenciais e verdadeiros amigos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5875973426414412951-2181110615414298396?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2181110615414298396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/12/adeus-disse-raposa-eis-o-meu-segredo-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2181110615414298396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2181110615414298396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/12/adeus-disse-raposa-eis-o-meu-segredo-e.html' title='“ – Adeus – disse a raposa. – Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.”'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4292088761267548545</id><published>2011-06-11T01:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:21:15.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Já é fim de tarde&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--znZ0f6OhtI/TfLq9bvgEHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FTKC93LuTPQ/s1600/tumblr_lmbk7iIn1Y1qdy267o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--znZ0f6OhtI/TfLq9bvgEHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FTKC93LuTPQ/s320/tumblr_lmbk7iIn1Y1qdy267o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hoje não terei a esperança de&amp;nbsp;vê-lo &amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;crepúsculo do dia, &amp;nbsp;não irei contemplar seu rosto &amp;nbsp;sorrindo no final do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5º andar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hoje não será permitido apreciar seus beijos nem senti-lo, o dia &amp;nbsp;me roubou piadas,sorrisos e os abraços. Mas foram os &lt;i&gt;velhos compromissos&lt;/i&gt; que nos afastaram... lábios, mãos, rostos e todo o resto do corpo estão desunidos, vai ser assim amanhã também, e até mesmo no domingo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sei que vou &amp;nbsp;novamente encontrá-lo com o mesmo sorriso, e assim&amp;nbsp;choveram&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Beijos&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;abraços&lt;/span&gt;. Vamos brincar, contar piadas e sei que ele vai me abraçar. Vamos cantar as mesmas músicas, falar em segredo, recitar as mesmas juras e andar de mãos dadas por aí. &amp;nbsp;Quando ele voltar a saudade estará prestes a me aniquilar, e então sua presença há de me satisfazer, e eu correrei ao seu encontro com se fosse a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4292088761267548545?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4292088761267548545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/06/ja-e-fim-de-tarde-nao-terei-esperanca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4292088761267548545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4292088761267548545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/06/ja-e-fim-de-tarde-nao-terei-esperanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--znZ0f6OhtI/TfLq9bvgEHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FTKC93LuTPQ/s72-c/tumblr_lmbk7iIn1Y1qdy267o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2692978296762465078</id><published>2011-05-15T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:54:45.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGqof0HeV_o/Sp55mUXsXHI/AAAAAAAABdc/Gv5qqifBh6c/s400/pesca+de+amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me impeça de ver o que anseio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito&lt;br /&gt;Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;br /&gt;Não sejam ouvidas como prece&lt;br /&gt;E nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta&lt;br /&gt;A um &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; inundada de sentimentos;&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade é o que calo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Seja um dia recompensada;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é um vulcão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Um doce sorriso que me lembro ter dado na infância;&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é a&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;lembrança do que fui,&lt;br /&gt;A outra metade eu não sei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;porque metade de mim é amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E a outra metade...também.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2692978296762465078?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2692978296762465078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/05/metade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2692978296762465078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2692978296762465078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/05/metade.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGqof0HeV_o/Sp55mUXsXHI/AAAAAAAABdc/Gv5qqifBh6c/s72-c/pesca+de+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-915604702799022496</id><published>2011-05-09T02:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:17:30.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCP4MOyI8M0/Tcd4ySbqF6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/byvQwlefA74/s1600/DSCI0169.88jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCP4MOyI8M0/Tcd4ySbqF6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/byvQwlefA74/s320/DSCI0169.88jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era um sábado chuvoso, um dia que nos convidava apenas a ficar no conforto da cama, sem sair de casa. Sinceramente, não era um dia de se aventurar. Mas foi ai que então em um lampejo resolvi sair, quebrando as regras do dia, sair de casa aceitando um convite para um breve almoço de um estranho conhecido, onde tudo em meu dia (em meus dias) mudaria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O rosto daquele menino estranho e calado me aguçava a curiosidade, então...Quem é ele? Ele me despertava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre um sorriso e outro, entre uma&amp;nbsp;delicadeza&amp;nbsp;e uma gentileza eu o descobria. Cada toque, cada abraço e cada palavra &amp;nbsp;revelavam a ambos, arrancando do meu rosto sempre um belo sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É, aquele que de&amp;nbsp;início&amp;nbsp;se apresentava estranho e frio tem "roubado" meus dias, regado minhas emoções, e sobre tudo me tornando ainda mais feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A vida só existe quando o amor a navega.&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor é a substância de que a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;é feita.&amp;nbsp;Ou melhor, só se Vive no amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;E a língua do amor é a língua que eu falo e escuto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feliz 1 mês&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-915604702799022496?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/915604702799022496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/05/era-um-sabado-chuvoso-um-dia-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/915604702799022496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/915604702799022496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/05/era-um-sabado-chuvoso-um-dia-que-nos.html' title='Eu e Ele'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCP4MOyI8M0/Tcd4ySbqF6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/byvQwlefA74/s72-c/DSCI0169.88jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-450165557585397783</id><published>2011-04-09T00:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:45:13.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYwfuxcMNFM/TZ_VI00TVSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yXzQaZ2usok/s1600/escrevendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYwfuxcMNFM/TZ_VI00TVSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yXzQaZ2usok/s320/escrevendo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Vez ou outra reviro isso aqui, releio os textos, contemplo as imagens que escolhi, me questiono sobre os títulos de tudo que já escrevi. É estranho, mas parece que cada escrita, cada verso, foram escritos por várias brun'as, muitas delas ansiosas, inseguras e pessimistas, outras muito ousadas, otimistas, dona de uma fé inabalável.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Hoje a pessoa que vos escreve é aquela que passa o dia [&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt;vive&lt;/span&gt;]ndo, &lt;/arial&gt;acreditando que tudo pode ser melhor, MAior...sobre tudo, experimentando o aqui e o agora.&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Por fim, faço-lhe um convite a Viver também. Vamos lá...nos arrisquemos um pouco mais, brinquemos pra distrair, nos encantemos de novo, vamos andar por ai contando as lembranças, cultivando aquilo que sendo belo nunca se perdeu. E eu vou registrando tudo por aqui, contando meus 'causos', meus sonhos, umas rebeldias e outras histórias.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-450165557585397783?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/450165557585397783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-aqui.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/450165557585397783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/450165557585397783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-aqui.html' title='Por aqui'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYwfuxcMNFM/TZ_VI00TVSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yXzQaZ2usok/s72-c/escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8639891092208267266</id><published>2011-03-23T00:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:45:38.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Velha casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IbMvA-4qzVw/TYlsTOF6eyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-66I1-XZrt4/s1600/casa_velha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IbMvA-4qzVw/TYlsTOF6eyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-66I1-XZrt4/s320/casa_velha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar me desperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é com ternura que corro para as lembranças que deixei na velha casa. Lembro-me exatamente a posição da cama, das paredes pintadas de amarelo com desenhos colados, aquela sala de chão escuro com janelas altas que nunca conseguir alcançar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto o cheiro da cozinha, cada móvel no seu lugar, a porta era passagem onde&amp;nbsp; eu visualizava aquele pé de pitanga e um tanque de fibra que mesmo sem água eu insistia em entrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele quartinho velho onde papai guardava as coisas do trabalho, lembro de muita graxa lá.&amp;nbsp; Num terraço enorme onde ficavam os carros pra lavar, eu brincava com a mangueira afim de me molhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro-me daquela casa, de quem ia me buscar na escola, e dos finais de semana, sobre tudo lembro da infância gostosa, onde tudo era eterno, e que os pra sempre&amp;nbsp; das histórias exestiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8639891092208267266?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8639891092208267266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/velha-casa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8639891092208267266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8639891092208267266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/velha-casa.html' title='Velha casa'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IbMvA-4qzVw/TYlsTOF6eyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-66I1-XZrt4/s72-c/casa_velha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-68792104645239223</id><published>2011-03-21T00:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:31:37.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-intelecutais me irritam</title><content type='html'>&lt;arial&gt;Sabe aquela história de criticar tudo que todo mundo critica? Aquele comentário raso e desprovido de informações seguras que os pseudos-intelectuais adoram transmitir? Pronto, isso é caracteristico de gente que se acha inteligente e critico.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;A nova onda agora é criticar o Big Brother Brasil, todo mundo é burro e sem cultura (quem participa e quem assisti). Eu particularmente não tenho a menor paciência pra esse tipo de programa, não entendo as regras e tão pouco me interesso em entende-las,&amp;nbsp; Mas isso não significa que vou passar os próximos três meses(tempo do programa), fazendo criticas clichês, só pra dizer que sou critico.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Para informação do ávidos criticos, o BBB foi criado na Holanda, país que está entre os melhores em educação e cultura, portando o sucesso do programa não tem nada a ver com o quadro&amp;nbsp; da educação do Brasil. Outra coisa que escuto por ai : Os participantes do BBB são uns sem cérebro e estão ali só por dinheiro e fama! Vai dizer que você não queria 1 milhão de reais também?! KKK Poupe-me de hipocresia, parem de criticar tudo e vai ler um livro, afinal essa frase: 'Vai ler um livro' são dos intelectualóides também :P&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Enfim...pior que aguentar todo mundo falando dessa &lt;strike&gt;merda &lt;/strike&gt;de BBB por três meses, é ouvir criticas ao BBB por três longos 90 dias. Tipo: Não aguentooo mais! &lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-68792104645239223?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/68792104645239223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/pseudo-intelecutais-me-irritam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/68792104645239223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/68792104645239223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/pseudo-intelecutais-me-irritam.html' title='Pseudo-intelecutais me irritam'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-682312634822466987</id><published>2011-03-03T23:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:24:28.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;São &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sorrisos largos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, largos repletos de azul&lt;br /&gt;Os corações atentos ventos do sul.&lt;br /&gt;São visões abertas certas despertas pra luz&lt;br /&gt;A emoção alerta que nos conduz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aventuras, juras, promessas&lt;br /&gt;Dessas que um dia acontecerão&lt;br /&gt;Você me daria a mão?&lt;br /&gt;Todos estes versos soltos dispersos&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meu novo universo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;serão&lt;br /&gt;Palavras do coração.&lt;br /&gt;São os artifícios, vícios deixando de ser&lt;br /&gt;Os velhos compromissos pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;São pontos de vista, uma conquista comum&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo pé na estrada de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, aventuras, juras, promessas&lt;br /&gt;Dessas que um dia acontecerão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Você me daria a mão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos estes versos soltos dispersos&lt;br /&gt;No meu novo universo serão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Palavras do coração.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-682312634822466987?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/682312634822466987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-sorrisos-largos-largos-repletos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/682312634822466987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/682312634822466987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-sorrisos-largos-largos-repletos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5949186308916791677</id><published>2011-03-02T01:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:46:56.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor &amp; outras Drogas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ui3bE4977nY/TW3Jy7ridzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RvyYdykKw2o/s1600/o-amor-e-outras-drogas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ui3bE4977nY/TW3Jy7ridzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RvyYdykKw2o/s400/o-amor-e-outras-drogas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os filmes de romance sempre foram os meus preferidos, assim como desenhos que assistia quando menina, os romances me fazem viajar por um mundo que eu nem sei se existe.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Hoje eu assistir mais um romance, ri, chorei, ri de novo e parei aqui nesse texto. Amor e outras drogas é o filme típico hollywoodiano que você já &lt;/arial&gt;s&lt;arial&gt;abe o final, mas que eu sempre adorei assistir. &lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&amp;nbsp;O filme conta a história de James, um jovem de muitos 'amores' , festas, baladas e muitas mulheres, é claro. Ironicamente se torna o vendedor do famigerado viagra e outras drogas. Em suas&amp;nbsp; andanças pelos hospitais oferecendo seus enumeros remédios, conheceu a Meg, portadora da doença de parkinson, eles começam a viver um romance intenso, mas Meg tinha um problema, sua doença não tem cura e só piorava a cada estágio da doença. James, o homem de várias mulheres veio a se apaixonar exatamente por Meg, e é ai onde saimos da paixão avassaladora para o amor-escolha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;James poderia ir embora, afinal de contas ela era mais uma por quem ele se apaixonava e mantinha relações. Porém o jovem boemio fez sua escolha: Amaria Meg incondicionalmente, não por causa da sua doença, mas pelo simples e singelo fato de que ao lado dela ele se completava, ele descobriu que também precisava dela e simplesmente escolheu Amar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; é uma escolha. &lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5949186308916791677?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5949186308916791677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-outras-drogas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5949186308916791677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5949186308916791677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-outras-drogas.html' title='Amor &amp; outras Drogas'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ui3bE4977nY/TW3Jy7ridzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RvyYdykKw2o/s72-c/o-amor-e-outras-drogas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2299992006123311173</id><published>2011-02-28T23:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:56:27.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons Tempos</title><content type='html'>Os tempos bons são presentes de Deus, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Se apaixonar por alguém é muito bom, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Ser correspondido é ainda melhor, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Viver seus dias com quem ama é muito bom, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Maravilha é andar e poder respirar&lt;br /&gt;Maravilha é conhecer lugares que você achou que nunca iria nem pisar&lt;br /&gt;Ver acontecer coisas que você imaginou que nunca iriam se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Seu filho se formar, sua filha se casar&lt;br /&gt;A cura da doença, a escritura da sua casa, o primeiro beijo, a primeira namorada.&lt;br /&gt;As festas da família, a fogueira e a quadrilha dos tempos da escola&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, em algum momento da sua história&lt;br /&gt;Existe um tempo bom, perdido em sua memoria&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém veio ao mundo somente para sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Tenha fé, existe um tempo bom preparado pra você&lt;br /&gt;O tempo bom existe sim ele sorri, pra quem quiser viver&lt;br /&gt;O bom momento vai estar pra sempre na sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Basta lembrar pra vida ficar diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se ele não veio, é porque está por vir&lt;br /&gt;Pois Deus existe e gosta de ti&lt;br /&gt;Não dá fardo maior do que se possa suportar&lt;br /&gt;Tem bom ânimo e seja fiel, ser fiel&lt;br /&gt;O tempo bom existe sim ele sorri, pra quem quiser viver&lt;br /&gt;O bom momento vai estar pra sempre na sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Basta lembrar pra vida ficar diferente&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai desistir de viver, vai?&lt;br /&gt;Não vai parar e deixar tudo para trás, vai?&lt;br /&gt;Não vai perder,vai?&lt;br /&gt;Desanimar, vai?&lt;br /&gt;Enlouquecer e esquecer do seu projeto que tanto corria atrás&lt;br /&gt;Não, você não vai.&lt;br /&gt;Haja o que houver não desista&lt;br /&gt;Seu bom momento pode estar dançando do seu lado na pista&lt;br /&gt;Então dance com a vida, pra que seu bom momento exista&lt;br /&gt;Planeja e realiza, mesa farta com comida&lt;br /&gt;A roupa nova, a calça, o tênis, a camisa&lt;br /&gt;É sempre um bom momento a conquista do que se precisa&lt;br /&gt;O natal dos seus sonhos pode já ter passado&lt;br /&gt;Ou o ano da vitória ainda não foi conquistado&lt;br /&gt;Pisar na areia, entrar no mar, sair todo molhado&lt;br /&gt;Sentir na pele o calor do sol, num domingo à tarde, no campo de futebol&lt;br /&gt;Ou deitar na grama e ver as crianças correndo&lt;br /&gt;Ter a certeza que é da maneira certa que está se envelhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Seja qual for o momento, lembre de um bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;Cante a canção, agora mesmo pode ser um tempo bom&lt;br /&gt;O tempo bom existe sim ele sorri, pra quem quiser viver&lt;br /&gt;O bom momento vai estar pra sempre na sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Basta lembrar pra vida ficar diferente&lt;br /&gt;Bons tempos são reais, só que o bom tempo vem e vai&lt;br /&gt;Bons tempos são reais, só que o bom tempo vem e vai&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo bom todo mundo tem na vida&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar das coisas boas ajuda a prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;Viver um tempo bom é o que você precisa pra ser feliz e não pensar em desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pregador Luo- Apocalipe 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu nem gosto do estilo dessa música, nem curto a banda, mas essa letra pra mim faz muito sentido agora.&amp;nbsp; O tempo bom existe sim, pra quem quiser viver! Eu continuo acreditando que existe um tempo bom, que tudo está dando certo e que dará certo, mesmo que as circunstâncias me digam outra coisa. Mesmo que as vezes eu veja algumas lágrimas, não me furto a certeza: Bons tempos são reais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2299992006123311173?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2299992006123311173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/bons-tempos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2299992006123311173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2299992006123311173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/bons-tempos.html' title='Bons Tempos'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4755480294520218812</id><published>2011-02-07T13:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:30:07.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TVAc8ZVbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAco/UtdnnTorgVc/s1600/para+o+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TVAc8ZVbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAco/UtdnnTorgVc/s320/para+o+blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Com o coração esperto, com as emoções aguçadas,&lt;u style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Hoje mais que ontem, desenho meu próprio roteiro na esperança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;em que se realizem, sonho,sonho..&lt;u style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.&lt;b&gt;Me desespero!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt; Papel, caneta e mais sonhos na mão..&lt;u style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.&lt;b&gt;Planejo!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Então num simples ato de fé, acredito que tudo pode ser...&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Espero!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt; &lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4755480294520218812?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4755480294520218812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/com-o-coracao-esperto-com-as-emocoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4755480294520218812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4755480294520218812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/com-o-coracao-esperto-com-as-emocoes.html' title='Desvaneios'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TVAc8ZVbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAco/UtdnnTorgVc/s72-c/para+o+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2154288108818091617</id><published>2011-02-02T22:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:04:50.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Lya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUoMVrLPH9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/RRBdGuHu__I/s1600/Lya_Luft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUoMVrLPH9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/RRBdGuHu__I/s320/Lya_Luft.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Tenho falado e citado por muito tempo aqui sobre uma mulher que me inspira muito, Lya Luft. Ela me foi apresentada ainda na adolescência inflamada. Não sei, mas a minha identificação com que ela escreve me parece traços&amp;nbsp; da conhecidências e interesses que rodeiam tanto ela como eu.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Nostálgica, como dizem os outros por ai, remontamos traços da infância e&amp;nbsp; gostamos de falar disso. Com certeza ela mais que eu, claro, por razões óbvias: Ela tem mais que o triplo da minha idade, e escreve o que eu com certeza com 73 não conseguirei escrever com 100 anos.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Hoje começo a desdenhar mais livro dela: " Mar de dentro", expectativas? Muitas! Esse livro foi inspirado no relato de sua infância, e isso tem tudo haver com comigo. Quando penso que a palavra nostalgia basta para mim e para ela, leio: Não tenho nostalgia dessa fase(infância) pois ela faz parte de mim. Para mim, esse já foi um ótimo sinal de que a leitura desse livro irá gerar muitos outros textos aqui. E só pra não perder o costume termino com ela novamente;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal compreendo que não são as palavras que produzem o mundo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pois este nem ao menos cabe dentro delas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2154288108818091617?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2154288108818091617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-e-lya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2154288108818091617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2154288108818091617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-e-lya.html' title='Eu e Lya'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUoMVrLPH9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/RRBdGuHu__I/s72-c/Lya_Luft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2460254497692601965</id><published>2011-01-26T23:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:47:59.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras não falam</title><content type='html'>&lt;arial&gt;Depois de algum tempo, depois de algumas poucas experiências, muito depois de ouvir alguns casos e viver outros, eu me sinto extremamente fadigada das palavras. É cansativo ver como frases do tipo: Eu Te amo,&amp;nbsp; Você é meu&amp;nbsp; melhor amigo, você é tudo pra mim...e ai vai, frases muito criativas!&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Eu cansei de ouvir as pessoas jurarem. Jurar um Amor eterno e&amp;nbsp; uma amizade forte, falam isso com tanta "vontade" que soa como verdade. Eu cansei das promessas que uns fazem aos outros, isso sem a menor responsabilidade, sem o compromisso de não quebra-lás. Me dá fadiga ler e escutar certas frases, me irrita essa coisa chamada "relacionamento líquido". É agora,e amanhã já não é. É tão frágil que chega a escorrer pelos dedos. Esses relacionamentos líquidos regados de palavras, diga-se: Belas Palavras! Chega a incomodar, esse jeito efêmero de querer as coisas, esse imediatismo que não tem bases sólidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Se tratando de Amor então, ufa! Me cansa de verdade. São relacionamentos cada vez mais imediatos e com um romantismo que chega a impressionar, mas como eu disse: Palavram não falam.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;É muita voz, pouca ação. Na prática não se vê muito disso, com pouco tempo as coisas já não são mais tão interessantes, não se cria mais espectativas, não tem mais emoção. É montanha russa é? Eu me pergunto: Que base tem&amp;nbsp; um relacionamento feito de emoções? Construir leva tempo, é trabalhoso, sobre tudo arriscado, e na nossa sociedade líquida não se arrisca. Ai eu me pergunto de novo: É uma bolsa de valores é? Onde só se que ganhar e jamais de perder? Então estar explicado, ninguém quer se arriscar, ninguém vai se dá o trabalho de construir, ficamos só com as palavras, que no minuto qualquer são ditas, no instante seguinte esquecidas.&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Sinceramente, eu cansei dessas palavras, dessas pessoas que no mínimo são por demais inconstantes e frívolas. Eu, exaustiva das palavras prontas, dos cartões de amizade comprados numa banca qualquer,cansei! Prefiro acreditar no que as pessoas me causam e não no que elas me dizem, é mais seguro. Sem qualquer cerimônia prefiro ironizar ao ouvir certas palavras, me recuo quando percebo que vai ser tudo emotivo demais. Parece ser tudo muito racional e sem nenhuma graça minhas palavras,&amp;nbsp; mas prefiro&amp;nbsp; o ato, a construção, o trabalho e o risco de construir relacionamentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Palavras não falam. &lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2460254497692601965?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2460254497692601965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/palavras-nao-falam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2460254497692601965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2460254497692601965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/palavras-nao-falam.html' title='Palavras não falam'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-171808548072047675</id><published>2011-01-26T11:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:51:43.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUAzyBgD47I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYjfzzgf6c4/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as+brincando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUAzyBgD47I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYjfzzgf6c4/s320/Crian%25C3%25A7as+brincando.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Vamos nos &lt;u&gt;envolver&lt;/u&gt; mais,&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;u&gt;querer&lt;/u&gt; mais,&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;se &lt;u&gt;expor &lt;/u&gt;mais?&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;Vamos brigar menos,&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;reclamar menos,&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;se aborrecer menos?&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos &lt;u&gt;cantar&lt;/u&gt; mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;versar&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;brincar&lt;/u&gt; mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Amar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; mais, desprezar menos. Vamos viver ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-171808548072047675?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/171808548072047675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/vamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/171808548072047675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/171808548072047675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/vamos.html' title='Vamos.'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TUAzyBgD47I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYjfzzgf6c4/s72-c/Crian%25C3%25A7as+brincando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6834459186324099502</id><published>2011-01-24T22:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:14:39.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;arial&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há tempo para tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TT4jYSRcmaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f5W4ZHjJv80/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TT4jYSRcmaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f5W4ZHjJv80/s320/tempo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tempo de&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; planejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6834459186324099502?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6834459186324099502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/ha-tempo-para-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6834459186324099502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6834459186324099502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/ha-tempo-para-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TT4jYSRcmaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f5W4ZHjJv80/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5059511694582835408</id><published>2011-01-22T16:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:30:07.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aventuras'/><title type='text'>Sonhos, aventuras, juras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s1600/para+a+tela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s320/para+a+tela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseada em uma canção que estou escutando agora, nesse exato momento que escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é muito parecido com &lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;respirar&lt;/i&gt;, é tão inevitável! Um gás que assim como o oxigênio nos permite viver. E respirando esse gás-sonhos, meus dias em casa têm sido de constantes respirações que entre um suspiro e outro festejo, sabendo que eles são tão possíveis quanto a minha realidade.&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; Esses dias que parecem que não estou fazendo nada revelam meu ócio criativo. Querendo mais, porém cautelosa, guardando a humildade que ganhei durante esses poucos anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Aquele emprego, aquela casa confotável, filhos. Todos sonhados, diversas vezes inventados que de alguma forma me impulsionam e me realizam mesmo não sendo ainda materializados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Aventuras! Sonhando com elas...Sabe aquele salto de para- quedas? Aquela trilha ? Viajar por ai apenas com uma mochila nas costas? Acampar no lugar onde de noite só poderei ver a luz da fogueira acesa. Isso que parece besteira, mas que eu quero, e quero de verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tá, confesso: Eu sonho com&amp;nbsp; aquele &lt;i&gt;beijo de cinema americano, fechando os olhos correrendo do perigo, um amor feito o de lisbela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Essas aventuras, sonhos...são apenas algumas de uma mente fértil, rs...&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;E nesse meu ócio eu planejo, reivento, descubro!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Sonhos, aventuras, juras.&lt;br /&gt;dessas que um dias acontecerão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bruna Caram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s1600/para+a+tela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5059511694582835408?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5059511694582835408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonhos-aventuras-juras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5059511694582835408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5059511694582835408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonhos-aventuras-juras.html' title='Sonhos, aventuras, juras.'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s72-c/para+a+tela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4874050800112849846</id><published>2011-01-12T16:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:50:40.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ato de revolta, um rio e um encontro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TS4SaKupNoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5kZnT_VXUNk/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TS4SaKupNoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5kZnT_VXUNk/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561402830615033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era só um protesto, sair de casa determinada a me juntar a tantos outros causadores do mau trânsito do recife, (segundo a impressa)prefiro dizer, estudantes conscientes, e aí tantas outras  coisas não previstas aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... O protesto! Deixa eu começar por ele. Um aumento abusivo nas passagens de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ônibus&lt;/span&gt; fez com que varias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entidades&lt;/span&gt; estudantis se reunisse para organizar um ato que tiraria o trânsito do recife do seu curso normal, fechando assim algumas avenidas. E assim fizemos, entre gritos e músicas que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expressavam&lt;/span&gt; nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indignação&lt;/span&gt;, eu assistia não apenas o transtorno do transito, mas a Esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, Esperança com esse E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maiúsculo&lt;/span&gt;, de uma juventude que ainda acredita num sistema mais justo e que crer que é através da união do povo que conseguiremos viver em justiça e dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu sair de casa naquela tarde não me reservou apenas esse momento, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inexplicavelmente&lt;/span&gt; a vida acontece e não cabe a mim ficar prevendo, calculando, ela simplismente acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para casa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;com mais&lt;/span&gt; dúvidas do que certezas, mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confusa&lt;/span&gt; do que satisfeita, mais frágil do que "no controle da situação".&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que nunca passei tanto tempo admirando o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;capibaribe&lt;/span&gt;, vi a maré encher. A paisagem tinha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trila&lt;/span&gt; sonora, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É morena tá tudo bem...&lt;/span&gt; e outras. E vivendo um verdadeiro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;carp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Diem&lt;/span&gt; ficamos ali, eu, o  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;capibaribe&lt;/span&gt; e mais alguém. (Esse alguém precisa de interpretação, caro leitor).&lt;br /&gt;Todos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aqueles versos soltos e dispersos meus, eram palavras do coração&lt;/span&gt;...que sinto-me a vontade em dizer, ou as vezes saem sem que eu perceba mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não pará por ai, a tarde ainda me reservou mais. Não necessariamente nessa ordem, mas me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;presenteou&lt;/span&gt; com os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ironicos&lt;/span&gt; encontros naquela passeata.&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo: Reciprocidade, e as vezes exijo  reciprocidade  também,que ninguém tem obrigação de me dar, claro, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pareço&lt;/span&gt; exigir por justiça e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;, num encontro casual, ou causado, não sei, percebi que reciprocidade não pode ser uma exigência, mas um ato &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;espontâneo&lt;/span&gt;, sem cobranças nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;arrodeios&lt;/span&gt;.  Percebi também que minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ótica&lt;/span&gt; sobre mundo não deve ser "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;excomugada&lt;/span&gt;" só por que não obtive a tal reciprocidade esperada. Paciência, eu olho no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ângulo&lt;/span&gt; diferente mesmo, só não posso cometer o erro e a ignorância de querer colocar as pessoas no mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ângulo&lt;/span&gt; que eu ao ver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, entre um inspirar e respirar, entre um ascender e apagar das luzes, aprendo. Conheço e me reconheço no outro, invento, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;reinvento&lt;/span&gt; e vou me compondo, me fazendo ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4874050800112849846?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4874050800112849846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/era-so-um-protesto-sair-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4874050800112849846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4874050800112849846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2011/01/era-so-um-protesto-sair-de-casa.html' title='Um ato de revolta, um rio e um encontro.'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TS4SaKupNoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5kZnT_VXUNk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-934989796395381738</id><published>2010-12-30T13:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:47:41.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É você</title><content type='html'>Então é você...que me faz acordar todos os dias com um sol perfeito, pintado por suas mãos, mãos essas que me desenhou e me faz o ser humano mais feliz do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;A você Deus, minha gratidão por todos os dias de vida, pelas perdas que me fizeram crescer, pelos ganhos que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;propocionaram&lt;/span&gt; alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é você...que me preenche a ponto de não me importar com mais nada, de me sentir totalmente completa. Quando estou junto a você não preciso de mais nada. E assim me satisfaço em viver ao seu lado, sabendo que você Deus, Senhor e Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é você...mais que perfeito, criador! E que mesmo sendo Deus um dia abriu mão de toda glória apenas pra restituir nossa amizade. Mesmo sendo Deus, escolheu ser homem só para se aproximar de mim e me oferecer o melhor, a vida abundante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou perto de você lembro-me que esse é o melhor lugar, que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brilho&lt;/span&gt; do meus olhos se acentuam quando te vejo, afinal é a criatura observando o criador numa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sintonia&lt;/span&gt; perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-934989796395381738?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/934989796395381738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-carta-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/934989796395381738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/934989796395381738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-carta-voce.html' title='É você'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5773613976471744305</id><published>2010-12-24T01:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:21:19.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu olhei o meu dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TRQevXqwCwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Il938-5P8k0/s1600/3450crianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TRQevXqwCwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Il938-5P8k0/s320/3450crianca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554098039610673922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu olhei o meu dia, percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que Tu és melhor que uma canção de amor&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais do que eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Sob os cantos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto contigo é melhor do que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É por isso que estar a ouvir Tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;É olhar pra minha alma e saber que em Ti sou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me esconda em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso andar no Teu Caminho&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Muda meus os passos, ilumina meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu olhei o meu dia, percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que Tu és melhor que uma canção de amor&lt;br /&gt;Toda arte que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Todo som entoado&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que uma grande vontade de Te conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu amor, sei que és o meu Deus e mistério&lt;br /&gt;E o Teu filho Jesus é na Cruz caminho de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;palavrantiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A letra dessa canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reflete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bem o momento e tudo que gostaria de dizer, mas as vezes não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Deus, você é a razão pela qual vagueio pela vida, razão pela qual insisto em respirar e  sem você nada faria sentido. E mesmo que as vezes eu não entenda algumas coisas sobre você, por culpa minha eu sei, eu continuo confiando em você Deus, eu escolho continuar confiando em você. É você que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;põe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ordem na minha vida, organiza minhas ideias e pensamentos, sem você nada mesmo seria possível.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és melhor que uma canção de amor, e sua vida em mim muda os meus passos, me faz o ser humano mais satisfeito e realizado do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Obrigado Deus, obrigado mesmo. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5773613976471744305?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5773613976471744305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-olhei-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5773613976471744305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5773613976471744305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-olhei-o-meu-dia.html' title='Eu olhei o meu dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TRQevXqwCwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Il938-5P8k0/s72-c/3450crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6181115353120899238</id><published>2010-12-11T01:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:06:43.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não pára</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQMD-7DaQnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZbsNc6171C4/s1600/paulo-cazuza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQMD-7DaQnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZbsNc6171C4/s320/paulo-cazuza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549283545389351538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;A biografia hoje não é minha, é de um que pouco conheço, na verdade eu não o conheço mas logo cedo me apaixonei por suas poesias. O tempo não pára, quem disse isso foi ele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mesmo em seu curto tempo de vida, Paulo Cazuza marcou. Marcou uma geração censurada pela ditadura, uns tantos jovens que em seu tempo pouco podiam falar, mas ele falou. Depois de 20 anos de um duro regime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; veio, rasgou e gritou por uma geração inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Inteligente e bonito, Deus caprichou quando o fez, se Deus e ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;tivessem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; tido intimidade seriam uma dupla perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Viveu uma vida intensa: sexo, drogas e rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" &gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" &gt;roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, como ainda costumam falar por ai. Trocava o dia pela noite, não gostava muito de dormir, gostava mesmo era de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, assim como todo jovem foi imprudente, rebelde, intenso e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" &gt;revolucionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;! Era um classe média, mas o seu sucesso não veio desse berço que por destino nasceu, ele era mesmo talentoso, e suas músicas não falavam, gritavam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Viver com intensidade é normal demais, é até justo, mas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; como eu disse: Foi imprudente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ser jovem é ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" &gt;revolucionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, já dizia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" &gt;Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;. Ser jovem é mesmo esse turbilhão de emoção, essa coisa louca, essa energia! Mas quando se é ainda muito jovem não se sabe muita coisa, por isso ter prudência nunca é demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ironicamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; morreu no ano em que eu nasci, mesmo assim conheci os exageros dele em músicas, sem saber muito quem era ele, mas desde já eu sabia: Ele era mesmo um exagerado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Com 32 anos, esse exagerado perdeu a guerra para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" &gt;Aids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; e o tempo parou para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;. Suas letras rebeldes não morreram,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ideologia!Eu quero uma pra viver...A tua piscina tá cheia de ratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; tuas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;correspondem&lt;/span&gt; aos fatos...Exagerado jogado aos teus pés eu sou mesmo exagerado...Brasil mostra tua cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Não sei porque e sem muitas explicações, gosto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" &gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, se ele era ladrão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" &gt;bixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" &gt;maconheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;? Não importa, eu gostaria mesmo de ter o conhecido, e gostaria ainda se ele tivesse conhecido meu Pai, e que amaria ser Pai dele também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6181115353120899238?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6181115353120899238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-tempo-nao-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6181115353120899238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6181115353120899238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-tempo-nao-para.html' title='O tempo não pára'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQMD-7DaQnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZbsNc6171C4/s72-c/paulo-cazuza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1725815556243144727</id><published>2010-12-08T21:24:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:16:13.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Profissão : Professor(a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAsKr71liI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7w6VYebJ2cI/s1600/alunas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAsKr71liI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7w6VYebJ2cI/s320/alunas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548483303024465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAq_i09TEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LQbGe1HeJLo/s1600/meu%2Bniver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAq_i09TEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LQbGe1HeJLo/s320/meu%2Bniver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548482012089502786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAp92LdA4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/MIS7kte8ka8/s1600/bons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAp92LdA4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/MIS7kte8ka8/s320/bons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548480883412763522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAplM0tCAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/l7Rt8OX_IC0/s1600/util.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAplM0tCAI/AAAAAAAAAXk/l7Rt8OX_IC0/s320/util.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548480459994630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAptOgiPqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rwe-eAQVNTE/s1600/bons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Escolher ser professor não foi uma tarefa fácil, na verdade foi muito difícil, todos olhavam e olham com aquela cara de:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;? Você vai ser professora?&lt;br /&gt;Costumo dizer de peito aberto: Vou ser professora! Se vou ganhar bem? Talvez, sinceramente  não foi por causa de dinheiro que escolhi a profissão, foi por acreditar que alguma coisa precisa e pode ser mudada através da educação.&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo mesmo... vou ser professora e pronto! Se vou ser reconhecida por isso? Não sei, eu só sei que me sinto útil e que estar em sala de aula me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Já são 2 anos na universidade, e posso dizer sem medo: Eu sou apaixonada pelo que faço, mesmo sabendo que ser professora nunca foi o sonho dos meus país, eu amo o que faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será o meu último dia de aula com eles, daqui pra frente só aplicarei prova e farei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;correção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;, Eles foram meus cobaias, minha primeira turma, meus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;bebês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; como costumo chamá-los. A gente acaba construindo o relacionamento tão  espontâneo,  que nem você nem eles percebem, é natural.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me soa estranho quando escuto eles dizerem : A senhora isso... a senhora aquilo... Professora qual foi minha nota? Soa estranho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado ver o rosto deles assustados quando falo mais alto, mais sério... é gratificante  ver eles crescendo como pessoa, repetindo minhas frases, minhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Eles vestem sua camisa, e nisso tenho todo reconhecimento, que dinheiro nenhum pode comprar.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, provavelmente eles escutaram aquele meu discurso: Não é minha pretensão formar historiadores, mas cabeças/pessoas pensantes, relevantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim preciso dizer que eu escolhi  a profissão certa, mesmo que essa decisão tinha sido tomada aos 17 anos, reconheço a dificuldade do meu trabalho, mas  também reconheço que através dele que as coisas podem mudar, posso criar um mundo melhor pro's meus filhos, netos... e é assim que me sinto útil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, mãe... mundo capitalista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;! Eu escolhi ser professora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1725815556243144727?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1725815556243144727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/profissao-professora.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1725815556243144727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1725815556243144727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/profissao-professora.html' title='Profissão : Professor(a)'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TQAsKr71liI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7w6VYebJ2cI/s72-c/alunas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3937210287254678807</id><published>2010-12-08T12:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:44:39.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TP-mzhSK0mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mydwIao5x74/s1600/1363606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TP-mzhSK0mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mydwIao5x74/s320/1363606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548336669981856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um misto de prazer e agonia,&lt;br /&gt;é um onda grande, depois uma calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;É pau é pedra, são só riscos do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É riso, desespero e confusão.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cinza! Depois vem um relâmpago e&lt;br /&gt;conseguimos ver tudo então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pressa, é um calma aí! vai devagar.&lt;br /&gt;é uma batalha, uma brincadeira ou&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quente, é frio, é tenso, intenso.&lt;br /&gt;tudo gira e volta pro mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Olha eu aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É música, é verso, é prosa e poesia.&lt;br /&gt;é Lya, Drumond, Bauman e companhia.&lt;br /&gt;É um ritmo louco, pará...continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É medo, coragem, ousadia.&lt;br /&gt;É curto mais parece longo, brilha e ao&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tempo ofusca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes canta, as vezes grita e fala baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;O pior é quando não fala nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a VIDA e todos seus momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3937210287254678807?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3937210287254678807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3937210287254678807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3937210287254678807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TP-mzhSK0mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mydwIao5x74/s72-c/1363606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2926917777480908528</id><published>2010-12-04T17:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:43:06.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Elas, para elas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPq1K2aXnaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HWRO7OipZrM/s1600/mulheres%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPq1K2aXnaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HWRO7OipZrM/s320/mulheres%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546945089069620642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPq0ZJT8WVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3j-3PEgow80/s1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anção das mulhere&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que o outro não me considere sempre disponível, sempre necessariamente  compreensiva, mas me aceite quando não estou podendo ser nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, finalmente, o outro entenda que mesmo se às vezes me esforço, não  sou, nem devo ser, a mulher-maravilha, mas apenas uma pessoa: vulnerável  e forte, incapaz e gloriosa, assustada e audaciosa - uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;                                    Lya Luft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora desejo complementar esse belo texto dizendo para Elas:  Se valorizem o máximo que puderem, não aceitem nada pela metade, é tudo ou nada. Nunca se ponha no lugar da "outra", não aceite divisões. Não deixem que te usem, não use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarde o seu Amor, e o ofereça quando houver reciprocidade. Eu Te Amo, é lindo! Mas quando escutar isso não atente para as palavras, atente para as atitudes de quem te diz isso. Por fim, seja feliz mulher, mesmo quando o sexo oposto não estiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2926917777480908528?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2926917777480908528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/sobre-elas-para-elas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2926917777480908528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2926917777480908528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/12/sobre-elas-para-elas.html' title='Sobre Elas, para elas.'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPq1K2aXnaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HWRO7OipZrM/s72-c/mulheres%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-392878186888427572</id><published>2010-11-28T15:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:03:59.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPKnI7HzczI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PLd8VY6NbRo/s1600/GRA%25C3%2587A%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPKnI7HzczI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PLd8VY6NbRo/s320/GRA%25C3%2587A%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544677862997717810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mudaste minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Com teu falar senhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arrebataste o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Por inteiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Senhor eu nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Serei o mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Pois o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me libertou!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços!&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, te peço:&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heloisa Rosa - Vem andar Comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-392878186888427572?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/392878186888427572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/mudaste-minha-vida-com-teu-falar-senhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/392878186888427572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/392878186888427572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/mudaste-minha-vida-com-teu-falar-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TPKnI7HzczI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PLd8VY6NbRo/s72-c/GRA%25C3%2587A%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4361821777296786139</id><published>2010-11-28T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:53:18.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver: Transforma-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4361821777296786139?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4361821777296786139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-transforma-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4361821777296786139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4361821777296786139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-transforma-se.html' title='Viver: Transforma-se'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8219800719058629943</id><published>2010-11-26T00:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:19:43.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TO8nHgGJKGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IY8jkV6dMK0/s1600/moral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TO8nHgGJKGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IY8jkV6dMK0/s320/moral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543692676144638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Numa moldura clara e simples sou aquilo que se vê...♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8219800719058629943?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8219800719058629943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/numa-moldura-clara-e-simples-sou-aquilo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8219800719058629943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8219800719058629943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/numa-moldura-clara-e-simples-sou-aquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TO8nHgGJKGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IY8jkV6dMK0/s72-c/moral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3815968205923363333</id><published>2010-11-15T00:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:42:32.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é mesmo boa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Bruna/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Fiz isso com diversos textos que escrevi por aqui, mas hoje eu pensei: Esse &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;precisa ser escrito e posto agora, não abro mão de editá-lo, talvez tenha &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;até que reescrevê-lo, porque nessa minha estrada que chamo de vida, costuma aparecer alguns surpresas nos 45 minutos do segundo tempo. Se por ventura aparecer, não me pegará tão de surpresa assim, afinal estou quase me adaptando a esses imprevistos que costumam surgir. E por favor  não estranhem, hoje vou escrever na primeira pessoa do singular, usando às vezes no plural pra me aproximar de quem ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é mesmo boa, parafraseando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luft&lt;/span&gt;, ela é boa mesmo quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dolorida&lt;/span&gt;. Às vezes gastamos muito tempo reclamando disso ou daquilo, e esquecemos que ela, a vida, esta ai &lt;i&gt;não pra ser suportada, mas vivida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é boa, começo com essa frase pra enfatizar o quanto sou apaixonada por ela, o quanto me fascino a cada experiência vivida, a cada lágrima e cada sorriso interpretados por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses últimos meses, eu vi o mundo caindo aos meus pés, vi 24h sendo sempre noite, convivi com o medo, enfrentei a mim mesma, e quando não era mais permitido chorar, sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um céu vestindo cinza, do qual não me deixava mais ver desenhos nas nuvens como sempre fiz, eu fui até o porão, abri a caixa de pandora e revisitei muitos lugares, tudo dentro de mim. Eu confiei em demasia, eu quis corrigir alguns erros, sinceramente, eu quis que o tempo voltasse pra redesenhar minhas escolhas, mas claro, não foi me permitido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu briguei e gritei sem ninguém ouvir. Eu tentei várias vezes as mesmas coisas e não obtive sucesso. Eu fiz aquilo que sei fazer de pior: fingir. E nesse fingimento também não obtive muito êxito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei, na verdade eu criei um conceito sobre essa palavra, que não julgo como correta, mas que se adapta melhor ao meu contexto. É verdade, eu criei conceitos pra muitas coisas, quebrei paradigmas, fui como diz aquela música:&lt;i&gt; Uma metamorfose ambulante.&lt;/i&gt; Tudo isso custou muito, custaram os meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com a dor, o que é dar valor aquilo que se têm e as pessoas que nos cercam. Aprendi errando que, as melhores escolhas não fazemos em meio a uma emoção ou em uma explosão de sentimentos dúbios e contraditórios. Eu aprendi que jamais, jamais devo mexer ou despertar o amor dos outros quando não pretendo corresponder, mesmo que isso venha massagear meu ego. Aprendi que o perdão é a melhor saída pra tudo sair bem, que não importa o que os outros falem, perdão é não lembrar mais o que o outro fez, mesmo que isso tenha doído bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que os outros não têm a cura que eu preciso, os outros são apenas outros que precisam de ajustes como eu, e como eu são frágeis e propicio aos erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses últimos tempos me revelaram amigos que serão meus parceiros de jornada e minha torcida na arquibancada. Esses&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dolorosos/felizes dias me mostraram a delícia e a dor da derrota, e que nem sempre ser o vencedor é obter recompensa, perder é um mal mais que necessário, é através das perdas que deixamos de ser soberbos e auto-suficientes. Esse último mês me levou um amigo, não era um amigo de décadas, mas que em seu curto espaço de tempo em minha vida, me ensinou a simplicidade de quem era e me ensinou que os nossos sonhos e projetos podem parecer loucos, não importa, sonhos são loucos mesmo, mas lembre-se: Eles são seus, e sendo seus, você pode fazer deles o que bem entender.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida foi cantada em música, versos soltos que falaram por mim e para mim, minha estrada foi entortando, se desenhando até chegar ao que é hoje, e confesso: Eu sou tão feliz por tudo que vi, aprendi e compartilhei que minhas palavras não conseguirão reproduzir.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isso, posso dizer sem medo: Esses foram os melhores dias da minha vida! Nada precisa ser mudado ou reajustado pra me fazer mais feliz, toda lágrima derramada, todo sorriso intenso ou tímido valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3815968205923363333?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3815968205923363333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida-e-mesmo-boa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3815968205923363333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3815968205923363333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida-e-mesmo-boa.html' title='A vida é mesmo boa'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5231045027472704189</id><published>2010-11-09T21:10:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:39:54.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As pedras do caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje eu começo com uma bela música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(...)Se um dia eu pudesse ver meu passado inteiro, e fizesse parar de chover nos primeiros erros, o meu corpo viraria sol, minha mente viraria sol(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu olho pela janela do meu quarto, como eu já fiz muitas vezes em muitas noites, noites como essas em que a vida parece nos convidar a reflexão. Na caminhada, nessa estrada que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;batizamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; de vida, existe umas pedras no sapato que pela dificuldade do caminho muitas vezes insistem em entrar, elas se chamam erros. Eles são inevitáveis, dói, causa medo e estranheza, mas acredite, fazem parte do processo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que é importante lembrar sobre essas "tais pedras", é que depois que entram no nosso sapato, não é permito tirar, essa pedra-erro, vai te causar calos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vemelhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Depois de um tempo você se acostuma, mas tenha certeza, elas não desaparecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas pedras poderiam ter sido evitadas se eu estivesse amarrado direito os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cadarços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, mas como criança ainda não sabia direito, a estrada não me perdoou, como também não perdoou a nenhum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mochileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; de passagem pela vida. Meus erros por mais precoce que fossem, mudaram meu roteiro, eu só me dei conta deles com o tempo,e eles, os malditos/benditos erros me causaram calos e  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vermelhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;E se eu fosse o primeiro a prever e poder desistir do que fosse dá errado? Quem então agora eu seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceito as minhas pedras, e faço delas meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aprendizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, na certeza de que se você estar na estrada é preciso arriscar, e que os cálculos vez ou outra sairão errado.&lt;br /&gt;Se era pra ter acontecido isso ou aquilo, não importa! Viver é correr riscos, é ousar.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando olhar para os meus pés e ver aqueles calos, vou lembrar de amarrar bem os sapatos, e assim evitarei muitas pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5231045027472704189?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5231045027472704189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-pedras-do-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5231045027472704189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5231045027472704189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-pedras-do-caminho.html' title='As pedras do caminho'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8638457088251919733</id><published>2010-11-07T23:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:25:54.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leveza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente vai ficando mais velho e menos preocupado,&lt;br /&gt;menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ansioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,vai  entendendo aquilo que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;efêmero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aquilo que vai durar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai entendendo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sutil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; diferença entre Amar&lt;br /&gt;e estar apaixonado, inventamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; novos para fazer&lt;br /&gt;as mesmas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se fica mais "velho" vai entendo que nem tudo é&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que se vê, vai perdendo a fantasiosa ingenuidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8638457088251919733?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8638457088251919733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/leveza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8638457088251919733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8638457088251919733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/leveza.html' title='Leveza'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1423778001084301012</id><published>2010-11-06T13:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:39:05.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TNWD8l-yb6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/VbAE1m6rAyQ/s1600/FELICIDADE+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TNWD8l-yb6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/VbAE1m6rAyQ/s320/FELICIDADE+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536476393932746658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Menina, que sorriso é esse?&lt;br /&gt;E essa pele morena acentuada?&lt;br /&gt;é de sol? de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;AmOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;?&lt;br /&gt;e esses versos soltos que fazem sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Moça de sorriso aberto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;esse&lt;br /&gt;teu sorriso é tão satisfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Da onde vem tanto encanto, tanta paz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Menina bonita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bordada &lt;/span&gt;de flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, eu posso&lt;br /&gt;ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;esse seu encanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;esse sorriso largo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse verde que você veste todo dia?&lt;br /&gt;e de esperança?!&lt;br /&gt;Esses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;fôlegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;demorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Você esta praticando paciência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;É de mágica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;que essa morena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;dobra a vida em flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;metade dela agora é assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; metade&lt;br /&gt;é poesia, do outro  é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viver sempre foi seu grande &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hobbie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;essa que é a verdade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Viver continuará sendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;até o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;último e derradeiro olhar - Transforma-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1423778001084301012?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1423778001084301012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/menina-que-sorriso-e-esse-e-essa-pele.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1423778001084301012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1423778001084301012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/menina-que-sorriso-e-esse-e-essa-pele.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TNWD8l-yb6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/VbAE1m6rAyQ/s72-c/FELICIDADE+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4166976885872096110</id><published>2010-11-01T00:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:12:53.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TM49YMIn7bI/AAAAAAAAATs/3YUPktQ_S7w/s1600/bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TM49YMIn7bI/AAAAAAAAATs/3YUPktQ_S7w/s320/bblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534428477868469682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje volto os meus olhos para um passado, não tão distante, e lembrei de um inverno rigoroso do qual sobrevivi, foram muitos dias de chuva, relâmpagos e alguns luzes apagadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As lágrimas desse inverno, me reinventaram, ou melhor me fizeram, elas regavam um futuro que hoje é presente, que me propociona hoje um belo sorriso no rosto por acreditar em dias ainda melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada, nada disso seria possível sem aquele que desde o ventre já me conhecia, sabia de todas as minhas emoções, desejos e frustrações. Sem ele nada seria possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cristo, aquele que me faz viver além da lógica, me dá razões suficientes pra ser grata por todo Amor e cuidado que tem tido comigo durante esses 20 poucos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não posso conter as lágrimas que caem no chão agora, elas são de esperança e paz por tudo que Ele tem me feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele mudou a minha sorte, a minha história, e quando todos não acreditavam, Ele acreditou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje eu entendo o seu amor que escolheu morrer, me justificando e me reconciliando com o Pai, pra que assim eu pudesse viver abundantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gratidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, essa é a palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4166976885872096110?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4166976885872096110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-volto-os-meus-olhos-para-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4166976885872096110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4166976885872096110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-volto-os-meus-olhos-para-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TM49YMIn7bI/AAAAAAAAATs/3YUPktQ_S7w/s72-c/bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8779006755428598982</id><published>2010-10-14T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:11:16.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TLZ0uPZzEHI/AAAAAAAAATg/nZu_JKU5ebI/s1600/euuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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  &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;É, agora já são duas décadas, já vi a infância ir embora, passei das crises da adolescência, já vivi alguns amores, vi pessoas que amo indo embora, já chorei pelos erros, já cantei a glória dos acertos, comemorei algumas conquistas e agora mais crescida, posso ver tudo que já experimentei me compondo e me fazendo ser eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sei, ainda tem muitas conquistas, inevitavelmente algumas lágrimas, muitos erros, muitos acertos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;Esses poucos anos me ensinaram a amar melhor, com mais paciência, sobre tudo me deram a força que vem do aprendizado, a vida é maravilhosa mesmo quando dolorida. Esses poucos anos me deram mais generosidade e mais silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;É nesses mais 365 dias de vida que paramos e analisamos quem a gente é, o que estamos fazendo com nosso tempo. É nessa hora que saímos de dentro de nós mesmos pra então de fora, olhar para nós repensar a existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;Agora aos 20 quero continuar sonhando, regar minhas esperanças, voar um pouco mais alto, me recolher quando for preciso. Aos 20 quero plantar mais sonhos, colher os que sonhei tempo atrás, quero enfim me dedicar a viver cada vez mais abundante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;Muito Obrigado Deus pelo simples e maravilhoso prazer de existir, muito obrigado por ter me criado, dado essas características, esse rosto e esse espírito que se liga ao teu. E que no final eu possa dizer as mesmas palavras do apostolo Paulo: Combati um bom combate, encerrei a carreira e guardei a fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8779006755428598982?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8779006755428598982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/aos-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8779006755428598982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8779006755428598982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/aos-20.html' title='Aos 20'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TLZ0uPZzEHI/AAAAAAAAATg/nZu_JKU5ebI/s72-c/euuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5214962242227599840</id><published>2010-10-13T13:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:00:56.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa não mais uma canção de Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquela nossa música enfim parou de tocar, já não sinto mais você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enfim querido, já não estas mais aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sua voz naquele dia, não fez meu coração parar, suas notícias já não me abalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Felicidades ao olhar meu frágil coração e não te ver lá, Ah você não pode imaginar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Livre das suas inconstâncias posso então alçar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Livre desse teu jeito que me  incomoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Livre dessa tua malícia besta, desse teu cinismo fora de contexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Livre então de você....amor sem paciência, sem bondade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje a lágrima não cai, e a canção de hoje é: "Não consigo mais viver ao lado teu, não consigo mais te dar o meu amor, hoje vivo muito bem sua sua boca e sozinha não conheço mais a dor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por fim quero ver você melhor, sem brincar de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5214962242227599840?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5893199755816256395</id><published>2010-10-10T14:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:11:02.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Previsão do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Se tem uma coisa que me inspira a viver é o imprevisto. lembro-me de uma música que sempre cantavam pra mim, nos momentos que parecia que tudo tinha dado errado. Ela dizia assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Que bom seria se houvesse placas no caminho dizendo: Vão! Mas que graça teria? Correr os ricos do caminho já sabendo o SIM e o NÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quase tudo na vida é incerteza, ainda mais quando se é muito jovem, ai costumo dizer que tudo é novidade e que não vale a pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experimentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando eu tinha uns 10 anos, tínhamos uma brincadeira que era assim: Um quadrado numa folha de papel, com a idade onde se pretendia se casar no meio, ao lado do quadrado colocava as supostas quantidades de filhos que pretendíamos ter, do outro lado mais três opções de onde iríamos morar e por último os três nomes do meninos mais bonitinhos do colégio, por fim se contava até a idade que pretendíamos casar até sobrar apenas uma opção de quantidade de filhos, um lugar pra morar e um menino bonitinho do colégio, pronto! Estava ali... imaginávamos que era daquele jeito que tudo ia acontecer. Considerando que eu tinha 10 anos e nessa idade tudo parece ser muito intenso e eterno a brincadeira tinha um cunho de verdade que você nem imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O que eu quero ilustrar com isso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Planejamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; tudo, quando vamos entrar na faculdade, quantos filhos vamos ter, onde vamos morar... os planos são todos desenhados,e tudo parece uma questão, dia a menos dia vai acontecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aí crescemos... vemos nossas verdades absolutas indo embora, vemos a efemeridade da vida e o quanto ela misteriosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas acredite, nem tudo se perde, e se ganha muito. Na verdade eu descobrir que tudo isso é muito bom, não saber o que vai acontecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;planejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hoje e remodelar os planos amanhã. Quer saber? Eu gosto disso, do imprevisto, daquilo que ainda tem pra ser desvendado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagina só se já soubéssemos de todos os erros que vamos cometer? De todas as conquistas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O que colore os meus dias são as surpresas que o meu criador reservou, pra que eu só descubra na hora certa, pra ele sorrir quando eu fizer aquela cara de assustada e emocionada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Boa semana a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5893199755816256395?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5893199755816256395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/previsao-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5893199755816256395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5893199755816256395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/previsao-do-dia.html' title='Previsão do dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2339372869696132471</id><published>2010-10-07T12:46:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:21:11.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristão tem que pensar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Como diz nosso ainda presidente: Nunca na história desse país... uma eleição foi tão agitada e comentada!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos lá... Cartas na mesa, temos o segundo turno: O ex-ministro da saúde José Serra, e do outro a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;petista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Dilma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Rousseff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; que eu desconheço a história política dela.&lt;br /&gt;Entre eles uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;discussão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; que tem gerado boatos, calúnias e muita especulação, a questão do aborto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;Dilma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; tem sido a candidata alvo das perguntas sobre o assunto, é boato e mais boatos entorno dela e do PT, agora eu me pergunto: E  Serra? Porque é que os ditos cristãos e os mais conservadores não questionam o Serra? Serra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;legislou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; à favor do aborto e ta assinado! Ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" &gt;viuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;? &lt;a href="http://deisebatista.blogspot.com/2010/09/serra-assinou-medida-favor-do-aborto.html"&gt;http://deisebatista.blogspot.com/2010/09/serra-assinou-medida-favor-do-aborto.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sou à favor da vida, logo contra a pratica do aborto, sou cristã.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou de maneira alguma me posicionando à favor do PT, estou apenas querendo dizer ao povo e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" &gt;particurmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; aos cristão: Parem de ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" &gt;preguiçosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, ignorantes e alienados! Entre numa coisa chamada google e pesquise meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" &gt;irmãozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, parem se convencer com qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" &gt;vídeozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; que rola na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" &gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, qualquer boato sem fundamento. Pensem pelo amor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" &gt;Deuuuus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Dá vergonha de ver os cristãos absorvendo certos tipos de coisa, e repito não estou do lado de A ou B, porque até agora não decidi em quem vou votar no segundo turno, o que eu quero mesmo é que sejamos ovelhas pensantes que não digere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" &gt;qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Num país onde pobre é de direita, cristão tem que ser mais do que relevante, por isso não se feche dentro do seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" &gt;mundinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; de igreja fingindo não ter a responsabilidade com a nação.&lt;br /&gt;Vá estudar política, economia... façam alguma coisa além de se preocupar com as aparência dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;O povo não sabe o que república, logo não sabe votar, o povo não sabe quais são as políticas de direita ou de esquerda e por isso levou Serra ao segundo turno. É triste, e a isso nós damos o nome de analfabetismo político.&lt;br /&gt;ah... pra terminar, eu não quis ofender, o tom de revolta é pra revelar minha indignação, que dessa vez não se remete aos políticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é pra ser cristão, que seja como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" &gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2339372869696132471?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2339372869696132471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-diz-nosso-ainda-presidente-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2339372869696132471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2339372869696132471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-diz-nosso-ainda-presidente-nunca.html' title='Cristão tem que pensar!'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2150935614491459414</id><published>2010-10-03T01:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:23:24.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta ao meu amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ele é simples, quase nunca usa recursos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;subjetivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, ele é claro, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; em deixar a gente sem graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; É forte, mas não exibe. É manso, o que nos deixa até &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;constragidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, ele é amigo em que em tão pouco tempo  posso confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Teimoso que só ele, insisti em me contrariar, tem a força de um lutador e é dono de um sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inconfudível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Nele mora um forte coração que nos transmite paz, alegria e sempre arranca de todos um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Meu amigo és sem dúvida essencial em minha vida, te conhecer foi um prazer, passou teu aniversário e nem te dei o presente num foi?! Mas como? Quem nos presenteia sempre é você com toda essa graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Agora se meteu a historiador! Vê se eu posso com um negócio desse?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Admiro-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muitooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; e tenho sua amizade como um GRANDE presente do nosso Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sei, sei... ele insiste em me chamar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zaroia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, confesso que fico extremamente arrasada, mas tem amigo comédia quem pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;? Sei, sei a gente discorda pra caramba, mas é isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;? Tem amigo teimoso é pra quem pode também. O amo por todas essas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caracteristicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; e se não fosse assim, talvez nem o notaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2150935614491459414?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2150935614491459414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/carta-ao-meu-amigo-ele-e-simples-quase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2150935614491459414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2150935614491459414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/10/carta-ao-meu-amigo-ele-e-simples-quase.html' title='Carta ao meu amigo'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1234609858377167048</id><published>2010-09-29T21:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:05:36.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo eu</title><content type='html'>Logo eu, quem diria! Eu esperando.&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria, eu brigando contra os inconstantes.&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu,  paciente, serena, contendo as ansiedades.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou pedindo calma, já imaginou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem apostaria que eu preferiria calar,&lt;br /&gt;logo eu tentando recuar, escutar.&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu sentindo medo de amar, cautelosa, indo devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem disse que é proibido mudar? Afinal :&lt;br /&gt;Viver é Transforma-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1234609858377167048?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1234609858377167048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/logo-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1234609858377167048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1234609858377167048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/logo-eu.html' title='Logo eu'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-7205539152811345828</id><published>2010-09-25T12:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:52:51.579-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclesistes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há tempo de nascer, e tempo de morrer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de plantar, e tempo de arrancar o que se plantou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempo de matar, e tempo de curar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de derrubar, e tempo de edificar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempo de chorar, e tempo de rir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de prantear, e tempo de dançar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempo de espalhar pedras, e tempo de ajuntar pedras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de abraçar, e tempo de afastar-se de abraçar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempo de buscar, e tempo de perder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de guardar, e tempo de lançar fora;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempo de rasgar, e tempo de coser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tempo de estar calado, e tempo de falar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-7205539152811345828?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/7205539152811345828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/eclesistes-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7205539152811345828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7205539152811345828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/eclesistes-3.html' title='Eclesistes 3'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6270546597040893127</id><published>2010-09-13T23:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:58:21.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho falado por aqui durante algum tempo das coisas que aprendi, daquilo que vivi e que foi bom, e inconscientemente daquilo que me fez chorar. Somos aquilo que experenciamos: Somos um punhado de emoção, somos um pouco dos amigos, da família, dos irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois dessa introdução posso tomar o texto por meu, e dizer: Sou muito dos meus pais, bastante dos meus irmãos, sou todo choro já derramado, todo sorriso aberto, sou todas as alegrias já vividas, e as tristezas individuais ou compartilhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os traços de família, tenho o humor da minha mãe, o ironismo do meu pai, tenho a calma que descobrir em meio a pressa, a alma de menina que não quero abandonar.&lt;br /&gt;Levo os desejos da adolescência tão bem vivida, as birras de criança que se julgava desfavorecida, levo amor que me deram no meio do caminho, levo a paz que compartilhei, a ânsia de querer ser grande e a levo a vontade de acertar.&lt;br /&gt;Não nego, com um coração que ainda suspira a cada forte emoção, sinto medo, sofro de ansiedade, e choro rapidamente, mas escolho arriscar, e se não fosse assim, quem agora eu seria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino com Lya que por diversas vezes fala por mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A maturidade me permite olhar com menos ilusões, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;aceitar com menos  sofrimento, entender com mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tranquilidade, querer com mais doçura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6270546597040893127?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6270546597040893127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-falado-por-aqui-durante-algum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6270546597040893127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6270546597040893127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-falado-por-aqui-durante-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3805451341299206351</id><published>2010-09-11T22:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:27:31.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s1600/para+a+tela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s320/para+a+tela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515832296979152738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é a força que me faz continuar andando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é a esperança que me faz continuar acreditando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é a vida para minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é meu propósito Você é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Everything - JesusCulture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah a imagem eu robei do site de Messias Martins , hehehe :) ---&gt; messmartins.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3805451341299206351?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3805451341299206351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3805451341299206351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3805451341299206351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus.html' title='Jesus,'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIwsP_4Rv2I/AAAAAAAAATE/xipEPoSD6xM/s72-c/para+a+tela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-634631812555226841</id><published>2010-09-09T23:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:51:48.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dia hoje estava meio nublado, parecia que não ia acabar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mal humor me pegou de jeito, sabia que iria aplicar prova para meus queridos aprendizes, que de história não gostam nenhum pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a manhã passou devagar, quase me impedindo de sorrir...Ufa, até que enfim estou em casa, pensei logo depois de abrir a porta. Cheia de preocupações que me rodeavam, preferir dormir ao invés de cuidar delas, mas sabia que me levantaria para enfrentar minha cruz de cada dia chamada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;BUZÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, ou para os mais comportados o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;ônibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Depois de duas horas e meia tentando chegar na universidade, me lembrei que teria de enfrentar uma aula de Geografia, ai o dia tinha mesmo que acabar assim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conseguir abrir um sorriso quando vi alguns amigos, brincando de serem crianças...puxando meu cabelo, escondendo minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;sandália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;beslicando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, parecia mais uma tinta jogada para colorir um pouco o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltando para casa, já lembrando do meu amigo que foi embora esse final de semana, deixando imensas saudades, Alexandre... pensei: Meu amigo socialista se pudesse escolher daria tudo para esta no meu lugar agora, vivendo todos o sabores e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;dessabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nesse momento pude ouvir a voz de Deus me dizendo: Eu também estou com você no dia mal. Minha filha aprecie a vida, olhe tudo em volta, e pare de falar para apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Aproveite cada momento e  tire uma lição desse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha filha eu lhe avisei desses dias de aflições, mas tende bom animo, eu venci o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso termino o texto dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Viver é a melhor coisa do mundo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-634631812555226841?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/634631812555226841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/634631812555226841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/634631812555226841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-um-dia.html' title='Mais um dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8460081705645740485</id><published>2010-09-06T21:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:13:30.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIWFMpTWgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ed-TevBPGA0/s1600/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIWFMpTWgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ed-TevBPGA0/s320/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513959771076984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando estou só&lt;br /&gt;E o choro parece querer chegar&lt;br /&gt;E um sentimento de temor&lt;br /&gt;Como será o amanhã que eu não vejo&lt;br /&gt;E quer me assustar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, meu Deus! Ajuda-me&lt;br /&gt;a confiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando os sonhos se frustram&lt;br /&gt;Ou parecem não se realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quando as forças se acabam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;  Tudo o que eu sei é Te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando as feridas&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração não querem sarar&lt;br /&gt;E me atrapalham a visão&lt;br /&gt;Tuas promessas são tão grandes&lt;br /&gt;E as lutas querem me esmagar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu Deus! Ajuda-me a avançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando os sonhos se frustram&lt;br /&gt;Ou parecem não se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Quando as forças se acabam&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei é Te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tua presença me aquieta a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me faz ninar&lt;br /&gt;Como um bebê que não precisa se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida escondida em tuas mãos está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh, meu Deus! Em Ti eu posso descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A esperança renasce&lt;br /&gt;E a certeza de que perto estás&lt;br /&gt;Tua paz me invade&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que sei é Te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8460081705645740485?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8460081705645740485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8460081705645740485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8460081705645740485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIWFMpTWgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ed-TevBPGA0/s72-c/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-228538961405774577</id><published>2010-09-03T19:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:13:56.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus, onde estás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIFzz4LP4QI/AAAAAAAAASI/RxSS12tTVUM/s1600/deus,+onde+estas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIFzz4LP4QI/AAAAAAAAASI/RxSS12tTVUM/s320/deus,+onde+estas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512814753968283906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deus, onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Te procuro. Te procuraria na porta dessa rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deus, onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Olha o que eu vejo agora&lt;br /&gt;O menino dançou sem roupa&lt;br /&gt;O menino botou na boca um doce&lt;br /&gt;com gosto de fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deus, onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja arrancou o sino&lt;br /&gt;O homem esqueceu o menino&lt;br /&gt;Fez castelo de ouro e prata e perdeu a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah! Acende toda luz&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando a Terra que convive com a dor&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vai onde há a dor, e cura!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde não há amor, e ama!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde há a dor, e alegra!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde não há amor, transforma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teu toque forte muda a sorte de quem Te encontra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deus, onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Eu passei por aquele palco&lt;br /&gt;Vi um grande homem fardado&lt;br /&gt;Que gritava ao povo: "Dinheiro"&lt;br /&gt;Sem piedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah! O homem passou&lt;br /&gt;E se esqueceu da dor que sangra&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dentro do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vai onde há a dor, e cura!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde não há amor, e ama!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde há a dor, e alegra!&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde não há esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Traz esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Faz esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Traz esperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda : Palavra Antiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e8a2ee449dbe080" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e8a2ee449dbe080%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169033F4B43D26C3A6E3279BF81D0081946FC87B.8393AFB56D74538757163738CF8ECFA801516D29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e8a2ee449dbe080%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIRoNVZb2kke5XhRZ_iP8xdyXo18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e8a2ee449dbe080%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169033F4B43D26C3A6E3279BF81D0081946FC87B.8393AFB56D74538757163738CF8ECFA801516D29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e8a2ee449dbe080%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIRoNVZb2kke5XhRZ_iP8xdyXo18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-228538961405774577?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/228538961405774577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/deus-onde-estas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/228538961405774577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/228538961405774577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/09/deus-onde-estas.html' title='Deus, onde estás?'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TIFzz4LP4QI/AAAAAAAAASI/RxSS12tTVUM/s72-c/deus,+onde+estas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-238343721573144470</id><published>2010-08-29T21:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:12:59.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e as datas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THsDq6BFKAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IYjpnWdd4zo/s1600/olhando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THsDq6BFKAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IYjpnWdd4zo/s320/olhando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511002604681111554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes me questiono porque guardo tantas datas...( será o saudosismo Vivi?!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) pois bem, essa é mais uma data que guardo, (29 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;), conversando com um amigo hoje pude ver junto a ele como a vida nos reserva surpresas, nos impressiona, e que cada passo dessa vida, digo, nossas experiências, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;compõe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; aquilo que somos. Bem pelo menos nisso concordamos, porque eu e esse amigo discordamos por demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como outras datas que guardo, 29 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; não é menos importante, mas hoje ela se torna especial.&lt;br /&gt;Além das boas lembranças que esse dia me trás, daqui a um ano lembrarei 29 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; como o dia em que fui chamada pelo meu Pai, é, ele mesmo, Meu Deus! Chamada abrir mão daquilo que deveras fui, e assim cumprir o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;propósito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; do qual nasci para realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é um novo significado para o 29 de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, não abandonando a velha lembrança desse dia, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ressignificando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; o dia com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ótimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lembranças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-238343721573144470?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/238343721573144470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-e-as-datas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/238343721573144470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/238343721573144470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-e-as-datas.html' title='Eu e as datas'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THsDq6BFKAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IYjpnWdd4zo/s72-c/olhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5940567869515805208</id><published>2010-08-24T12:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:33:17.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18f580b1c5346c3c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18f580b1c5346c3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C215FC64FBD4BAC20824E21AA745A2A737538AF.32A196D7AC697F47A129F735A339A3D4EE613E2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18f580b1c5346c3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2irXCc9Q1pAozZNhEA0l49uQp0I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18f580b1c5346c3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C215FC64FBD4BAC20824E21AA745A2A737538AF.32A196D7AC697F47A129F735A339A3D4EE613E2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18f580b1c5346c3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2irXCc9Q1pAozZNhEA0l49uQp0I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Essa música é lindaaaa, hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos sonhos mais fantasiados e inventados, das idéias  bobas, das escolhas erradas, dos ganhos, das perdas, de todas essas  coisas que me fizeram ser eu, levo a maior delas, levo o AMOR, aquele  amor que me foi oferecido no meio do caminho, e foi por tanto amor que  caminhei, e é por AMOR que continuo minhas andanças pela vida, e no dia  que me faltar AMOR  eu deixarei de caminhar e logo de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Viver é bem melhor do que sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="GLPKSKA5C"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5940567869515805208?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5940567869515805208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/dos-sonhos-mais-fantasiados-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5940567869515805208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5940567869515805208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/dos-sonhos-mais-fantasiados-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5334145121046484619</id><published>2010-08-22T22:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:18:06.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THHMJHsAdXI/AAAAAAAAARk/_d__vBznxtM/s1600/natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THHMJHsAdXI/AAAAAAAAARk/_d__vBznxtM/s320/natureza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408276305343858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THHMCXr3feI/AAAAAAAAARc/DP4kLyrXDyY/s1600/natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Senhor Deus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MUITO &lt;/span&gt;obrigada por mais um dia, pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; final de semana, pela chuva que caiu a tarde, pela vida dos meus amigos, por minha&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais cansarei de te agradecer, tudo que eu tenho e sou vem de você , e sem você tudo isso &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perderia o sentido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5334145121046484619?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5334145121046484619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/senhor-deus-muito-obrigada-por-mais-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5334145121046484619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5334145121046484619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/08/senhor-deus-muito-obrigada-por-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/THHMJHsAdXI/AAAAAAAAARk/_d__vBznxtM/s72-c/natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1641429478816609942</id><published>2010-07-31T00:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:16:44.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFOjo4UQcnI/AAAAAAAAARU/AFL_zBOciqw/s1600/para+postarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFOjo4UQcnI/AAAAAAAAARU/AFL_zBOciqw/s320/para+postarr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499919492656951922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de uma música que publiquei aqui a algum tempo, e ela dizia assim: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sinto o abraço do tempo me apertar e redesenhar minhas escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessas muitas escolhas carregadas de medo, ansiedade, expectativas, dor as vezes, se ascende uma lâmpada de conforto, esperança, paz...fé. ELe disse que sempre estaria comigo, (Jo.14-26) e desde o dia que o conheci testifiquei que isso era verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o peso da responsabilidades, dos compromissos, da dor do amadurecimento...Mas ELe já tinha me avisado, ( Jo.16.33).&lt;br /&gt;Deus, seja bem vindo em minha vida pra fazer minhas escolhas, por que você sabe escolher muito bem(Rm.12.2), tu és bem vindo e esse é meu desejo (Is.26.9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1641429478816609942?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1641429478816609942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversa-de-hoje.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1641429478816609942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1641429478816609942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversa-de-hoje.html' title='Conversa de hoje'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFOjo4UQcnI/AAAAAAAAARU/AFL_zBOciqw/s72-c/para+postarr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6134715381712490467</id><published>2010-07-28T13:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:34:17.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se enamora - Tiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFBbptjHcNI/AAAAAAAAARM/yEyouzLnWSs/s1600/amor.jpg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFBbptjHcNI/AAAAAAAAARM/yEyouzLnWSs/s320/amor.jpg_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498995917179023570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando você chega na classe&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Quanta diferença que faz&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Faço que não vejo e nem ligo&lt;br /&gt;E finjo, ser distraída demais&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quantas vezes te desenhei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Ver o teu sorriso no fim&lt;br /&gt;Te sigo&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando pelo recreio&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Você tropeça em mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê você chegar com tantas cores&lt;br /&gt;E vê você passar perto das flores&lt;br /&gt;Parece que elas querem te roubar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê você chegar com tantos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos tão ligados nesses sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Tesouros de um amor que vai chegar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quando toca o despertador&lt;br /&gt;De manhãzinha&lt;br /&gt;Me levanto e vou me arrumar&lt;br /&gt;E vejo&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Claro que vou te encontrar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fico só pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E juro&lt;br /&gt;Que vou te tirar pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma canção é tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;Nem cabe&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu quero falar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê você chegar com tantas cores&lt;br /&gt;E vê você passar perto das flores&lt;br /&gt;Parece que elas querem te roubar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê você chegar com tantos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos tão ligados nesses sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Tesouros de um amor que vai chegar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;E fica tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;De ir embora&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes escondido&lt;br /&gt;A gente chora&lt;br /&gt;E chora mesmo sem saber porque&lt;br /&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;A gente de repente&lt;br /&gt;Se enamora&lt;br /&gt;E sente que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Chegou na hora&lt;br /&gt;E agora gosto muito de você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu tô tão romântica hojeeee, hehehehe ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6134715381712490467?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6134715381712490467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-enamora-tie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6134715381712490467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6134715381712490467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-enamora-tie.html' title='Se enamora - Tiê'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TFBbptjHcNI/AAAAAAAAARM/yEyouzLnWSs/s72-c/amor.jpg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5238908004132949073</id><published>2010-07-28T00:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:47:46.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Formando cristãos pensantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TE-oCIjZuxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6igblQk36oE/s1600/biblia1ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TE-oCIjZuxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6igblQk36oE/s320/biblia1ano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498798424651840274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos todos nós cristãos, num grande &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fastfood&lt;/span&gt;, queremos algo pronto, rápido e de preferência eficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Nos conformamos com os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sermãos&lt;/span&gt; dos domingos a noite, que vem " mastigado" pelo líder cristão.&lt;br /&gt;Não examinamos aquilo que chamamos de nossa regra de fé, a bíblia.&lt;br /&gt;Não damos ao pastor, ou quem quer que seja, o direito de cometer erros em suas "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;falações&lt;/span&gt;", não examinamos nada e retemos tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A igreja sempre atrasada e relação ao seu tempo histórico, me lembra a idade da trevas, onde quem detinha o conhecimento era os clérigos, não fazendo esse conhecimento tanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bíblico&lt;/span&gt; quanto cientifico conhecido ao povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim a igreja se torna uma fábrica de alienados, onde escutamos de tudo, sem ao menos aprender a examinar as escrituras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5238908004132949073?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5238908004132949073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/formando-cristaos-pensantes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5238908004132949073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5238908004132949073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/formando-cristaos-pensantes.html' title='Formando cristãos pensantes'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TE-oCIjZuxI/AAAAAAAAARE/6igblQk36oE/s72-c/biblia1ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-7692146843542560445</id><published>2010-07-26T19:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:22:36.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A quem tenho eu no céu&lt;br /&gt; A quem tenho eu além de Ti&lt;br /&gt; Tu és a razão da minha vida&lt;br /&gt; Minha existência está em Ti &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo que os montes caiam&lt;br /&gt; E os rios transbordem&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo assim confiarei&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo que a vida se vai&lt;br /&gt; Escorrendo entre os meus dedos&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo assim não temerei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mesmo que tudo pareça difícil&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo assim confiarei&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo assim adorarei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-7692146843542560445?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/7692146843542560445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-ao-meu-pai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7692146843542560445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7692146843542560445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-ao-meu-pai.html' title='Minha oração'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1664474278264946719</id><published>2010-07-25T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:48:12.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi Jesus que disse, não eu. Reflitam!</title><content type='html'>Jesus dizia a todos: "Se alguém quiser acompanhar-me, negue-se a si mesmo, tome diariamente a sua cruz e siga-me. &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/nvi/lc/9/23"&gt; Lucas 9:23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1664474278264946719?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1664474278264946719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-jesus-que-disse-nao-eu-reflitam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1664474278264946719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1664474278264946719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-jesus-que-disse-nao-eu-reflitam.html' title='Foi Jesus que disse, não eu. Reflitam!'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8694308149527128512</id><published>2010-07-24T17:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:45:51.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;gratidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;perdão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;cruz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; misericórdia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;outros&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bondade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;missões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coragem&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; desejo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;realização&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;missão&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fé, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aliança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;futuro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8694308149527128512?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8694308149527128512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/27-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8694308149527128512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8694308149527128512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/27-dia.html' title='27º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2693862493850881774</id><published>2010-07-22T23:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:25:54.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>25º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEj6o1B07aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dqhXOx0YK9k/s1600/cruz11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEj6o1B07aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dqhXOx0YK9k/s320/cruz11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496918924542143906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZAEXsizhIs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;/watch?v=kZAEXsizhIsfeature&lt;br /&gt;=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você realmente é cristão?&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2693862493850881774?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2693862493850881774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/25-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2693862493850881774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2693862493850881774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/25-dia.html' title='25º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEj6o1B07aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dqhXOx0YK9k/s72-c/cruz11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6264269637644728158</id><published>2010-07-21T23:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:38:23.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>24º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEevF9QqWhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/G9xCsmAPU18/s1600/lampada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEevF9QqWhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/G9xCsmAPU18/s320/lampada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496554387107633682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma idéia...&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6264269637644728158?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6264269637644728158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6264269637644728158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6264269637644728158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-dia.html' title='24º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEevF9QqWhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/G9xCsmAPU18/s72-c/lampada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3134059102210118939</id><published>2010-07-20T15:59:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:11:00.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEXz9nOBMjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xQN2ZuA7S50/s1600/eu+e+bruna+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEXz9nOBMjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xQN2ZuA7S50/s320/eu+e+bruna+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496067160100909618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 de Julho... dia do amigo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um amigo mais chegado do que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Poverbios 18.24.b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/pv/19/4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3134059102210118939?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3134059102210118939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/23-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3134059102210118939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3134059102210118939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/23-dia.html' title='23º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEXz9nOBMjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xQN2ZuA7S50/s72-c/eu+e+bruna+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5600650029454411262</id><published>2010-07-19T23:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:05:08.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>22º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEUQJ63ffEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RSSgsn4mF7E/s1600/LGRIMA%7E2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEUQJ63ffEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RSSgsn4mF7E/s320/LGRIMA%7E2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495816682882432066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um daqueles dias que a gente pará e diz:&lt;br /&gt;Mais um transformação vem por aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5600650029454411262?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5600650029454411262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5600650029454411262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5600650029454411262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/22.html' title='22º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEUQJ63ffEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RSSgsn4mF7E/s72-c/LGRIMA%7E2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4951930575901771742</id><published>2010-07-18T21:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:54:48.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>21º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEOiT6mssUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bAlGF0nTELU/s1600/A+foto%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEOiT6mssUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bAlGF0nTELU/s320/A+foto%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495414433354920258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que a bondade e a misericórdia me seguirão todos os dias da  minha vida; e habitarei na casa do SENHOR por longos dias. &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/sl/23/6"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/sl/23/6"&gt;Salmos 23:6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4951930575901771742?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4951930575901771742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/21-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4951930575901771742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4951930575901771742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/21-dia.html' title='21º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEOiT6mssUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bAlGF0nTELU/s72-c/A+foto%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5039933979578192880</id><published>2010-07-16T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:55:25.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>19º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEEbd_uJHYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1IvcHBRnS4/s1600/Deus-me-ama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEEbd_uJHYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1IvcHBRnS4/s320/Deus-me-ama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494703222503841154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é aquele dia que a gente pará e diz: Realmente Deus me ama!&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5039933979578192880?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5039933979578192880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/19-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5039933979578192880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5039933979578192880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/19-dia.html' title='19º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TEEbd_uJHYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1IvcHBRnS4/s72-c/Deus-me-ama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5678945064903947202</id><published>2010-07-15T15:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:12:07.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>18º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD9dgSRqE3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ggLqBArWvWQ/s1600/calendario-vestibular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD9dgSRqE3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ggLqBArWvWQ/s320/calendario-vestibular.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494212879658390386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu conto os dias, não afim que eles acabem, mas afim de eles me ensinem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus me ensine a depender de você, confiar em você.&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5678945064903947202?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5678945064903947202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/18-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5678945064903947202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5678945064903947202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/18-dia.html' title='18º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD9dgSRqE3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ggLqBArWvWQ/s72-c/calendario-vestibular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8471080815206538702</id><published>2010-07-15T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:06:47.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>17º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD57NAkAKKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0C4xHscEvZw/s1600/anoitecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD57NAkAKKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0C4xHscEvZw/s320/anoitecer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493964058858104994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse-lhe Jesus: Não te hei dito que, se creres, verás a glória de Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/jo/11/40"&gt;João 11:40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8471080815206538702?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8471080815206538702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/17-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8471080815206538702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8471080815206538702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/17-dia.html' title='17º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD57NAkAKKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0C4xHscEvZw/s72-c/anoitecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-893588523176529938</id><published>2010-07-13T23:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:54:10.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>16º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD0mRrlY-YI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CCUU7_FHUY4/s1600/maos+elevadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD0mRrlY-YI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CCUU7_FHUY4/s320/maos+elevadas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493589205661055362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma música...Uma das minhas preferidas!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centro da tua vontade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nivea soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existe um lugar, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  No centro da Tua vontade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um lugar, eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Feito só pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu desejo estar, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;É neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero habitar, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;É neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu posso descansar&lt;br /&gt;É neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;No centro da Tua vontade&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que muitos vão dizer que há outro&lt;br /&gt;lugar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Sei que muitos vão pensar&lt;br /&gt;que eu enlouqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Mas não há lugar de&lt;br /&gt;honra maior que o Teu altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Tomo minha&lt;br /&gt;cruz, e sigo a Ti, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqBeugK5HU8"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqBeugK5HU8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-893588523176529938?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/893588523176529938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/16-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/893588523176529938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/893588523176529938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/16-dia.html' title='16º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TD0mRrlY-YI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CCUU7_FHUY4/s72-c/maos+elevadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-110269123509424127</id><published>2010-07-12T23:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:03:59.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>15º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDvWy-diU2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rt_xLxFY9hg/s1600/Pai+e+filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDvWy-diU2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rt_xLxFY9hg/s320/Pai+e+filho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493220341757137762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tempinho&lt;/span&gt; que eu queria publicar essa música, tenho escutado muito nesses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não sei postar vídeo no blog, mas vou aprender, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;... mas enquanto isso vou deixar o link da música aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vem andar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heloisa&lt;/span&gt; rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mudaste minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Com teu falar senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Arrebataste o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Por inteiro!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Senhor eu nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Serei o mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Pois o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me libertou!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços!&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, te peço:&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar comigo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mudaste minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Com teu falar senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Arrebataste o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Por inteir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLxDZTAgzmA"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLxDZTAgzmA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-110269123509424127?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/110269123509424127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/15-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/110269123509424127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/110269123509424127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/15-dia.html' title='15º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDvWy-diU2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rt_xLxFY9hg/s72-c/Pai+e+filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3918588019810721812</id><published>2010-07-12T00:31:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:56:08.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>14º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDqOsph53HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sS9A9oUXlAQ/s1600/Brunah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDqOsph53HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sS9A9oUXlAQ/s320/Brunah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492859593245187186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu resolvi publicar uma foto minha... essa ai mesmo! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje...14º dia, resolvi mais uma vez lembrar, mas lembrar de que ?&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Estava organizando algumas fotos aqui no computador, pretendo imprimir algumas pra fazer um quadro no meu quarto. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Genteee&lt;/span&gt; tinha tanta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fotoooo&lt;/span&gt;, umas que eu nem recordava.&lt;br /&gt;De uma coisa eu tenho certeza... quem pensou em fotografias pela primeira vez era encantado pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos nos faz relembrar momentos, situações... e reviver algumas coisas com mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amadurecimento&lt;/span&gt;, se tornando algumas vezes muito engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um dia reunir  filhos e netos na sala, depois do jantar, pegar aquela caixa cheia de fotografias e mostra-los os tantos momentos vividos por mim. Tenho certeza que vou rir muito e que eles também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E essa é mais uma oportunidade de agradecer a Deus pelo dom da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3918588019810721812?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3918588019810721812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3918588019810721812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3918588019810721812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-dia.html' title='14º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDqOsph53HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sS9A9oUXlAQ/s72-c/Brunah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5162214876009244102</id><published>2010-07-10T23:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:55:01.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'>13° dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDkt1-ZhPrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SsAxJ33S9xY/s1600/pai-amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDkt1-ZhPrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SsAxJ33S9xY/s320/pai-amigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492471625861381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDks9ckM_YI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4iYc5sUvw00/s1600/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei até agora, no dia mais dificil de toda a jornada, dia que parece que estamos entregando os pontos, soltando as armas.&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu cheguei num dia, que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aprendi que preciso aprender&lt;/span&gt; a depender de Deus, como disse bem uma amiga...precisamos NÃO ter cartas na manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele jamais irá pegar você no colo se você não demonstrar que precisa, e enquanto você achar que pode caminhar com suas proprias pernas, ele jamais agirá, Deus é educado.&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei que pudesse andar só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Quero ser como criança&lt;br /&gt;Te amar pelo que És&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltar à inocênci&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes sou levado&lt;br /&gt;pela vontade de crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torno-me independente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  e deixo de simplesmente crer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu amor, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu afago, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu abraço, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu amor, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu afago, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver longe do Teu abraço, Senhor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Abraça-me, abraça-me, abraça-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  Com Teus braços de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5162214876009244102?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5162214876009244102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/13-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5162214876009244102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5162214876009244102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/13-dia.html' title='13° dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDkt1-ZhPrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SsAxJ33S9xY/s72-c/pai-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4235243872086268410</id><published>2010-07-09T23:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:17:39.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>12º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDfgG9faVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D15HtX1y4xI/s1600/modi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDfgG9faVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D15HtX1y4xI/s320/modi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492104680791758130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cultivo flores, rosas...&lt;br /&gt;sinto outros perfumes, desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo versos, futuro...e assim, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia. &lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4235243872086268410?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4235243872086268410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/12-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4235243872086268410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4235243872086268410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/12-dia.html' title='12º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDfgG9faVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D15HtX1y4xI/s72-c/modi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2382452541420319288</id><published>2010-07-09T00:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:32:43.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>11º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDaYItx6PaI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu8hPeFJ5I0/s1600/3450crianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDaYItx6PaI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu8hPeFJ5I0/s320/3450crianca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491744071120207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sabemos que todas as coisas contribuem&lt;br /&gt;juntamente para o bem daqueles  que amam&lt;br /&gt;a Deus, daqueles que são chamados segundo&lt;br /&gt;o seu propósito. &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/rm/8/28"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Romanos 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Senhor por mais um dia! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2382452541420319288?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2382452541420319288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/11-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2382452541420319288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2382452541420319288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/11-dia.html' title='11º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDaYItx6PaI/AAAAAAAAANk/gu8hPeFJ5I0/s72-c/3450crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-505394332681453140</id><published>2010-07-07T23:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:27:48.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDU3mlmDT4I/AAAAAAAAANc/m0K74S4TMgU/s1600/rezando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDU3mlmDT4I/AAAAAAAAANc/m0K74S4TMgU/s320/rezando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491356456714456962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Render-se a Deus não é&lt;br /&gt;a melhor maneira de viver;&lt;br /&gt;é a ÚNICA maneira de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-505394332681453140?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/505394332681453140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/505394332681453140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/505394332681453140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-dia.html' title='10º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDU3mlmDT4I/AAAAAAAAANc/m0K74S4TMgU/s72-c/rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5512438322595189920</id><published>2010-07-06T23:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:58:18.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>9º dia - Um clamor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDPtGDetBGI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tcj61IPlyks/s1600/clamor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDPtGDetBGI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tcj61IPlyks/s320/clamor.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490993058963850338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Clamor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Clamor permanece dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Em um lugar onde não podemos tocar&lt;br /&gt;Tentando escapar dos portões fechados de nossa expressão.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa acontece dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Que não podemos articular,&lt;br /&gt;Então respondemos... Respondemos a Você&lt;br /&gt;Respondemos a Você, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Em Sua pura luz eu tenho saído das trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Só Você me satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Entrando em cada lugar vazio dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Realidade em Você, em mim... Em Você!!&lt;br /&gt;Tentei imaginar "Para sempre",&lt;br /&gt;Então minha mente pára...&lt;br /&gt;É Você!&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre existindo, pra sempre Te conhecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que qualquer um, qualquer coisa existisse,&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ...&lt;br /&gt;E depois, quando tudo o mais não existir,&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ.&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos nem podem compreender plenamente,&lt;br /&gt;Então quando um louvor meus pensamentos começam a entoar, é o meu espírito quem completa...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que respiro, Te descubro,&lt;br /&gt;E o mesmo ar que eu respiro nasce dentro de Você.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu Te respiro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te respiro, Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Porque Você me recebe.&lt;br /&gt;Com Sua pura luz eu tenho saído das trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Só Você me satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Entrando em cada lugar vazio dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei imaginar "Para Sempre",&lt;br /&gt;Mas é Você!!&lt;br /&gt;Antes que qualquer um, qualquer coisa existisse...&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ,&lt;br /&gt;E depois, quando tudo o mais não existir...&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que respiro...sempre que eu respiro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu Te descubro,&lt;br /&gt;Porque você me recebe, Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;Nós te respiramos, porque Você nos recebe!!&lt;br /&gt;Então, Nós aquietamos e respiramos... E respiramos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque Você é Deus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5512438322595189920?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5512438322595189920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-dia-um-clamor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5512438322595189920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5512438322595189920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-dia-um-clamor.html' title='9º dia - Um clamor...'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDPtGDetBGI/AAAAAAAAANE/Tcj61IPlyks/s72-c/clamor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2472107207368117980</id><published>2010-07-05T23:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:03:48.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDKdB1o6rrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zj9QXKltm2o/s1600/O-SOL-E-O-VENTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDKdB1o6rrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zj9QXKltm2o/s320/O-SOL-E-O-VENTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490623550622183090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu quero me esvaziar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me esvaziar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;das dores e desilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me esvaziar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me esvaziar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da prisão do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo o que me afasta de Ti, Jesus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aonde eu irei Senhor?&lt;br /&gt;Pois &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só Tu tens as palavras de vida eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde me esconderei?&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença me atrai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, inuda-me com Teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-me com Teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Atrai meu coração a Ti, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Move-me com Teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E usa-me pra o Teu louvor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensina-me a ouvir o Teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-2472107207368117980?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2472107207368117980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2472107207368117980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2472107207368117980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-dia.html' title='8º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDKdB1o6rrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zj9QXKltm2o/s72-c/O-SOL-E-O-VENTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-981683244401650589</id><published>2010-07-04T21:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:48:13.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDEw5DjPvpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zio0IbV84-I/s1600/cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDEw5DjPvpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zio0IbV84-I/s320/cruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490223177505160850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa! Uma semana...7 dias! número da perfeição não é?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rsrs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro hoje pra descrever a minha gratidão por tudo que tenho aprendido e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experenciado&lt;/span&gt; com Deus essa semana. Agradecida pelo seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrifício&lt;/span&gt; de cruz, que me deu liberdade de vida e acesso ao Pai.&lt;br /&gt;E por tudo isso, tenho oferecido novamente minha vida, como ferramenta que ele pode usar para que outras pessoas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experimente&lt;/span&gt; daquilo que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sacrifício&lt;/span&gt; de Cristo nos trouxe.&lt;br /&gt;E diante desse mundo em caos, Deus tem me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;incomodado&lt;/span&gt; a amar esse próximo que ele trata em mandamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E, respondendo ele, disse: Amarás ao Senhor teu Deus de todo o teu  coração, e de toda a tua alma, e de todas as tuas forças, e de todo o  teu entendimento, e ao teu próximo como a ti mesmo. Lucas 10.27&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E disse-lhes: Ide por todo o mundo, pregai o evangelho a toda criatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Marcos 16 .15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-981683244401650589?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/981683244401650589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/981683244401650589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/981683244401650589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-dia.html' title='7º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TDEw5DjPvpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zio0IbV84-I/s72-c/cruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4876013349072146511</id><published>2010-07-03T22:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:50:37.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>6º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC_kMK4i8VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqf1EhTJiaA/s1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC_kMK4i8VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqf1EhTJiaA/s320/coracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489857368519012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia tá quase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acabando&lt;/span&gt;, mas tive que arrumar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tempinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra postar aqui, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou participando de um congresso de missões urbanas promovido pelo ARCA está sendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maravilhosoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e Deus mais uma vez tem provado sua essência de amor ao homem e o tanto que ele se importa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;idependente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de quem nós somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho falado tanto sobre Amor esses dias que as vezes me pego pensando se não estou repetindo a mesma coisa da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anterior...mas a verdade é Deus É o amor, a sua essência é  amor, e escutar isso nos parece tão comum, num mundo em que banaliza tanto essa palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o que eu quero mesmo deixar registrado hoje é que :&lt;br /&gt;Deus se preocupa com você! Talvez você que esta lendo, nem entenda muito bem o que é isso, ah... esse papo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt;, Deus...coisa de cristão.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que Deus sabe quem você, conhece a sua história e se importa com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bom final de semana&lt;/span&gt; a todos os amigos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lêem&lt;/span&gt; carinhosamente o blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4876013349072146511?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4876013349072146511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4876013349072146511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4876013349072146511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-dia.html' title='6º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC_kMK4i8VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqf1EhTJiaA/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5802714109528567125</id><published>2010-07-02T13:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:42:23.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5º dia - Aprendendo a lidar com as perdas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC4S_3KkmZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VGSYedHjQMM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC4S_3KkmZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VGSYedHjQMM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489345884160563602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como num jogo de futebol, perder não é uma tarefa fácil, dói!&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais convidativo do que o dia de hoje pra falar em perda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tratamos a vida como um jogo, nosso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; maior, sempre será vencer...mas e quando temos que enfrentar uma derrota? Como nos comportamos?&lt;br /&gt;Lembro bem do meu primeiro vestibular, a derrota pra mim parecia ser eterna, daqui a quatro anos vamos estar lá de novo, como no ano seguinte eu iria ter a oportunidade de fazer a prova do vestibular novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se trata de uma derrota...Hoje eu aprendo mais uma lição, a vida não é um jogo que temos que necessariamente ganhar, e se temos derrotas é porque Deus quer nos tratar, quer nos ensinar o quanto somos limitados e o quanto necessitamos DEle.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma frase em um filme que jamais esqueci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Se eu ganhar eu vou honra-lo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Se eu perder eu vou honra-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É comum escutar-mos hoje a frase: Venha pra jesus e tenha tudo...carro, casa, dinheiro...e eu creio que ele pode me dá tudo isso, infinitamente mais... mas a minha intenção em servi-lo precisa ser por &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre eu vou ganhar, perder faz parte do processo de amadurecimento do qual tenho que passar, em meio as derrotas é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; pensar nisso, mas em meio ao aconchego de Deus é fácil perder, pois meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; sempre será Ele, e assim nunca sofrei do mal chamado: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frustração&lt;/span&gt;. Pois Deus nunca nos decepciona, e só nele &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;somos mais que vencedores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por ter me ensinado isso meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5802714109528567125?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5802714109528567125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/perdemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5802714109528567125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5802714109528567125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/perdemos.html' title='5º dia - Aprendendo a lidar com as perdas'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TC4S_3KkmZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VGSYedHjQMM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3058453014612061709</id><published>2010-07-01T13:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:49:58.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCzIVwZMWTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zIqdUP__DDI/s1600/y1pJgV4C2wGMtg6-WABorFNg0z5if784X2Vlfd0-C_FikbhyS3S-4GN8NkpKzlxvY4VVKpV85QllOMScBkLLLCY3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCzIVwZMWTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zIqdUP__DDI/s320/y1pJgV4C2wGMtg6-WABorFNg0z5if784X2Vlfd0-C_FikbhyS3S-4GN8NkpKzlxvY4VVKpV85QllOMScBkLLLCY3g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488982321951168818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto pra falar, eu queria poder descrever em palavras tudo que eu sinto por você, Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Te descobrir foi a maior dádiva da minha vida, eu nosso posso conter minha felicidade em andar com você meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estarei com você pela eternidade, contradizendo todas as razões humanas, das quais não me importo em ouvir quando estou ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tua essência de amor tem me ensinado a viver, tem fortalecido meus relacionamentos, tem mudado minhas atitudes, tem me feito mais parecida contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado por mais um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Senhor eu nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Serei o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Pois o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me libertou&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, te peço:&lt;br /&gt;Vem andar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3058453014612061709?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3058453014612061709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3058453014612061709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3058453014612061709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-dia.html' title='4º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCzIVwZMWTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zIqdUP__DDI/s72-c/y1pJgV4C2wGMtg6-WABorFNg0z5if784X2Vlfd0-C_FikbhyS3S-4GN8NkpKzlxvY4VVKpV85QllOMScBkLLLCY3g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-1860489516312992268</id><published>2010-06-30T14:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:57:59.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que dirige sua vida? 3º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCuE7zggH8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d50AvaS4d80/s1600/GRA%C3%87A+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCuE7zggH8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d50AvaS4d80/s320/GRA%C3%87A+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488626733854760898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro dia da jornada, já sinto o peso das renúncias, e de tudo que preciso fazer para termina-la e termina-la bem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... vamos que vamos!!! Existe algo bem mais superior que me faz não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desistir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o que tem dirigido sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Culpa, raiva, medo, coisas materiais? Nessa aventura que é viver, nos deparamos com tantas experiências de culpa e medo por exemplo, que muitas vezes isso passa a dirigir nossas vidas, na verdade a falta de propósito para ela (vida) nos faz ser guiados por qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Então julguei o quanto é importante um propósito para viver, e o propósito estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NEle&lt;/span&gt;,Deus.&lt;br /&gt;A ele dedico essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt;, ao autor da minha vida, que sonhou comigo antes da minha concepção.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ele nada disso teria sentido ou razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nada é mais importante do que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conhecer&lt;/span&gt; os propósitos de Deus para sua vida, e nada pode compensar o prejuízo de não conhecê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-1860489516312992268?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/1860489516312992268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-dirige-sua-vida-3-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1860489516312992268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/1860489516312992268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-dirige-sua-vida-3-dia.html' title='O que dirige sua vida? 3º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCuE7zggH8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d50AvaS4d80/s72-c/GRA%C3%87A+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-9015958242048304649</id><published>2010-06-29T22:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:38:53.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem e Semelhança DEle - 2º dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCqm45GrKZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dxZKLcDW3Ho/s1600/blog+agoraaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCqm45GrKZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dxZKLcDW3Ho/s320/blog+agoraaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488382592236071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje vou publicar um trecho de um poema, de uma autor que até então nunca tinha ouvido falar, mas que me chamou muito atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você é quem por uma razão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você tem essa aparência por uma razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nosso Deus nosso cometeu um nenhum erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você é exatamente o que ele quis fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E a despeito de seus sentimentos, eles foram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;feitos sob medida para os planos que Deus tem em mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e estão aprovados pelo Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não, aquele trauma que você enfrentou não foi fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E Deus chorou por aquilo ter machucado tanto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mas foi permitido para moldar seu coração para que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crescesse à sua imagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Russel Kelfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-9015958242048304649?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/9015958242048304649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/9015958242048304649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/9015958242048304649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-dia.html' title='Imagem e Semelhança DEle - 2º dia'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCqm45GrKZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dxZKLcDW3Ho/s72-c/blog+agoraaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8061386091791344117</id><published>2010-06-28T11:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:28:33.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando uma jornada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCi3FAdOFDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DGmtLMaQDKM/s1600/imagem+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCi3FAdOFDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DGmtLMaQDKM/s320/imagem+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487837442600735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A menos que se admita a existência de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a questão que se refere ao propósito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;para a vida não tem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bertrand Russell, ateu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Apesar de todos os argumentos ao meu redor, como posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;lembra-me de que a vida é na verdade viver para Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;e não para mim mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8061386091791344117?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8061386091791344117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/comecando-uma-jornada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8061386091791344117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8061386091791344117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/comecando-uma-jornada.html' title='Começando uma jornada'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCi3FAdOFDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DGmtLMaQDKM/s72-c/imagem+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3795041790997215894</id><published>2010-06-27T01:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:01:01.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnd3qMcqoJ8/TCbaVe2QfiI/AAAAAAAAABs/5J4X7AH8sUU/s1600/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnd3qMcqoJ8/TCbaVe2QfiI/AAAAAAAAABs/5J4X7AH8sUU/s320/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487313258590273058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho na boca o gosto mais amargo, sinto dores como se tivesse preste a morrer, vejo tudo embaçado, são lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios estão secos, meu cabelo açanhado, é mais um ciclo que já deveria ter terminado a mais de um ano atrás.&lt;br /&gt;arrepedimento, perda, amor, confusão, medo, desencatamento, dor... é tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais esquecerei de você, 50% você lembra? Vou levando embora muitos sonhos, planos infinitos, palavras que vão ecoar pela eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele supermercado, aquela 6;30, aquela esquina... aquele shopping, aquele adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais voltarei a postar nada parecido com isso.&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3795041790997215894?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3795041790997215894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/tenho-na-boca-o-gosto-mais-amargo-sinto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3795041790997215894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3795041790997215894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/tenho-na-boca-o-gosto-mais-amargo-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnd3qMcqoJ8/TCbaVe2QfiI/AAAAAAAAABs/5J4X7AH8sUU/s72-c/mi_amor_by_sundropstonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6985082115285163534</id><published>2010-06-24T22:52:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:31:11.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de uma paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCQTFMU6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bt-WD0PAnjA/s1600/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCQTFMU6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bt-WD0PAnjA/s320/amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486531225973318642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu assistir o melhor filme de romance da minha vida. O que parecia apenas um amor de verão, se transforma num amor que durará para sempre apesar dos obstáculos no  caminho do jovem casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha a menor pretensão de escrever sobre isso essa noite, mas o que era um simples filme, me fez ver coisas que antes não me deslumbrava.&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo também, escrever o que me deslumbrou, impossível, tem coisas que realmente não consigo transformar em palavras e em fim formar um texto, mas quero deixar registrado o quanto acredito no amor, e não falo do amor de mãe, de irmãos , falo de amor entre homem e mulher, amor esse, muitas vezes desacreditado por muitos, e até por mim mesmo... já desacreditei e acreditei diversas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi hoje que o amor não nos impõe nada, não nos cobra nada, entendi hoje o que é amar incondicionalmente ( apesar de ter ouvido tantas vezes essa palavra), amar é se doar não esperando nada em troca embora isso venha quando é algo reciproco, por amar se morre( como fez jesus Cristo), por amar se perde perde bens matérias, sem a menor tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6985082115285163534?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6985082115285163534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/diario-de-uma-paixao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6985082115285163534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6985082115285163534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/diario-de-uma-paixao.html' title='Diário de uma paixão'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TCQTFMU6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bt-WD0PAnjA/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6182892644225529477</id><published>2010-06-23T18:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:05:19.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Essa mesa nessa sala,esse filho e aquele amigo;esse som no piano, o ramo  de árvore que a gente pretendia cortar, a calçada onde caminhava há  muitos anos - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tudo nos convoca: não para chorar o passado, mas para  projetar no presente o que,tento sido bom,nunca se perde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente  vai tomando consciência de que se deve aos amores que teve, aos amigos  que se foram, à casa vendida junto com parte da infância, poder viver  melhor outra vez ,com outra pessoa ou sozinha, em outra casa, com outros  amigos, com novos objetos no meio dos antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Das coisas boas e  belas que acabaram nos vêm sempre uma luz e uma capacidade de ver o mais  banal com algum encantamento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6182892644225529477?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4568157445332647203</id><published>2010-06-20T23:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:35:59.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TB7Pv2vqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lDEsOTnoGss/s1600/correria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TB7Pv2vqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lDEsOTnoGss/s320/correria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485049817240053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Crises se administram ou se sofrem... ou simplesmente se desenrolam e  nós rolamos feito marisco solto no mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lya Luft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil saber o que fazer em meios a crises, que uma vez outra estamos entrando sem ao menos nos dar conta disso, me lembro do meu tempo de criança, onde não havia a preocupação de se administrar nada, nem as brincadeiras eram ordenadas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a gente se enrola com tão pouco, se confunde mais depressa, a gente tem mais pressa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que não é fácil administrar uma vida adulta, se corre demais, se vê poucos resultados.&lt;br /&gt;Se trabalhamos demais,e nunca somos valorizados por isso, se estudamos demasiadamente falta tempo para os amigos, e nessa correria nos importamos  menos, amamos menos...&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo a vida adulta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4568157445332647203?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4568157445332647203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/crises-se-administram-ou-se-sofrem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4568157445332647203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4568157445332647203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/crises-se-administram-ou-se-sofrem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TB7Pv2vqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lDEsOTnoGss/s72-c/correria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3406025800153279140</id><published>2010-06-15T17:53:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:27:56.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBfvK_D2uqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rn7PpYaKE7Y/s1600/hino-nacional-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBfvK_D2uqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rn7PpYaKE7Y/s320/hino-nacional-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483114043352201890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nação, durante um mês um só grito, um só desejo... Brasil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hexa&lt;/span&gt; campeão!&lt;br /&gt;23 jogadores realizando um sonho, muitos deles pela primeira vez no evento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;futebolístico&lt;/span&gt; mais importante. Durante um mês vamos ver cor da esperança no rosto de cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;, verde e amarelo vai enfeitar o Brasil e quem sabe na data marcada , 11 de Julho, gritar: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Campeãos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e o outro grito? E o outro desejo? Quando vamos gritar Brasil?&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos que ficam longe da TV?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos jovens vou ver morrer por causa do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crack&lt;/span&gt;( que não é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KaKá&lt;/span&gt;)?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas mães eu vou ver chorar ?&lt;br /&gt;Vou ver ainda quanto de dinheiro nas cuecas?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vou ter que abrir a porta e ouvir alguém mendigando o pão?&lt;br /&gt;E o grito de paz , ele vai chegar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó pátria amada, quero poder gritar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GOL&lt;/span&gt; pela educação e saúde que merecemos, conquistada!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver meus filhos amarem esse solo, não apenas pelo belo futebol que apresentamos, mas pelos rumos que tua história precisa tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avante Brasil! vamos ser sim mais uma vez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;campeãos &lt;/span&gt;do mundo, parabéns as mães que na sua maioria de origem humilde, vêm seus filhos jogadores brilhando para o mundo, esperança mãe do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alcides&lt;/span&gt;, perdemos um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;herói&lt;/span&gt; que o Brasil não pode ver, mas que jogou muito, driblou a vida e fez bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra adorada entre outras mil, mesmo com tudo que tenho que ver aqui, és tu que amo Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3406025800153279140?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3406025800153279140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-nacao-durante-um-mes-um-so-grito-um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3406025800153279140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3406025800153279140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-nacao-durante-um-mes-um-so-grito-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBfvK_D2uqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rn7PpYaKE7Y/s72-c/hino-nacional-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5697518079394250721</id><published>2010-06-15T12:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:27:12.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quem vem sempre aqui já deve ter percebido as várias mudanças no modelo do blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;néh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, sempre procurei alguma coisa que deixasse o blog mais parecido comigo, não gosto de nada muito frio, opaco, também nada exagerado... mas sempre procurei algo alegre, colorido que desse um aspecto positivo ao ele.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monotonia&lt;/span&gt;, rotina e por isso estou sempre mudando.&lt;br /&gt;Esse novo modelo de todos que eu já tive, é mais a minha " cara", tive a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oportunidade&lt;/span&gt; de escolher a maioria das coisas que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compõe&lt;/span&gt;. É uma novidade dos blogs... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;, assim ele estar mais parecido comigo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5697518079394250721?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5697518079394250721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-o-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5697518079394250721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5697518079394250721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-o-blog.html' title='Sobre o Blog'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4450788527063951274</id><published>2010-06-15T11:55:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:57:20.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrando ciclos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBeYJAbVTGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nvpukdiQjLM/s1600/OgAAAHGOVAi6BoEcB0IjEtZKW2McPOjxccICiUwKiVjA8wWVP9lJTzssUQoSij06KPu7WCG3M_HImnHyKf-6Zyi5xToAm1T1UDXY3Hk4Nacq5yUowxyHzytAo8XI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBeYJAbVTGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nvpukdiQjLM/s320/OgAAAHGOVAi6BoEcB0IjEtZKW2McPOjxccICiUwKiVjA8wWVP9lJTzssUQoSij06KPu7WCG3M_HImnHyKf-6Zyi5xToAm1T1UDXY3Hk4Nacq5yUowxyHzytAo8XI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483018351847754850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário,  perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos. Não importa o  nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida  que já se acabaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foi despedida do trabalho? Terminou uma relação? Deixou a casa dos pais?  Partiu para viver em outro país? A amizade tão longamente cultivada  desapareceu sem explicações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você pode passar muito tempo se perguntando por que isso aconteceu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pode dizer para si mesmo que não dará mais um passo enquanto não  entender as razões que levaram certas coisas, que eram tão importantes e  sólidas em sua vida, serem subitamente transformadas em pó. Mas tal  atitude será um desgaste imenso para todos: seus pais, seus amigos, seus  filhos, seus irmãos, todos estarão encerrando capítulos, virando a  folha, seguindo adiante, e todos sofrerão ao ver que você está parado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo  quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que passou não voltará: não podemos ser eternamente meninos,  adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os  pais, amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi  embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trecho do texto de Fernando Pessoa, Cumpindo Ciclos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4450788527063951274?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4450788527063951274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/encerrando-ciclos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4450788527063951274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4450788527063951274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/encerrando-ciclos.html' title='Encerrando ciclos'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TBeYJAbVTGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nvpukdiQjLM/s72-c/OgAAAHGOVAi6BoEcB0IjEtZKW2McPOjxccICiUwKiVjA8wWVP9lJTzssUQoSij06KPu7WCG3M_HImnHyKf-6Zyi5xToAm1T1UDXY3Hk4Nacq5yUowxyHzytAo8XI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-3596127974823773234</id><published>2010-06-06T13:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:26:32.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altar particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Composição:  Maria Gadú&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  id="div_letra" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu bem que hoje me pede  pra apagar a luz&lt;br /&gt;E pôs meu frágil coração na cruz&lt;br /&gt;No teu penoso altar particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei lá, a tua ausência me causou o caos&lt;br /&gt;No breu de hoje eu sinto que&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da cura tornou a tristeza normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E então, tu tome tento com meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe ele vir na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Encabulado por voltar a sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois, que o que é confuso te deixar sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Tu me devolva o que tirou daqui&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu peito se abre e desata os nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se enfim, você um dia resolver mudar&lt;br /&gt;Tirar meu pobre coração do altar&lt;br /&gt;Me devolver, como se deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou então, dizer que dele resolveu cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Tirar da cruz e o canonizar&lt;br /&gt;Digo faço melhor do que lhe parecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu cais deve ficar em algum lugar assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe quanto eu possa ver de mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde ancoraste teu veleiro em flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem mais, a vida vai passando no vazio&lt;br /&gt;Estou com tudo a flutuar no rio esperando a resposta ao que chamo de  amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Genteeee eu tô boba com o talento dessa menina, canta muito e compõe muito, tira mó ondaaaa com as músicas que a gente já conhece e ainda é simpática, simples e humilde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, eu gostei muitooo do som dela, contrariando algumas opiniões , rs rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ela tem muito talento meeeesmo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-3596127974823773234?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/3596127974823773234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/altar-particular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3596127974823773234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/3596127974823773234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/altar-particular.html' title='Altar particular'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-2523846224698066344</id><published>2010-06-05T17:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:42:21.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAqyNTwihLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hk7GuFdjcGA/s1600/esperando+a+noite+chegar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAqyNTwihLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hk7GuFdjcGA/s320/esperando+a+noite+chegar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479387838361535666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu sei que sempre estás comigo, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também sei que nada acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Sem a Tua vontade &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso aprender a confiar em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas preciso aprender a descansar em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu És meu Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Todas as coisas cooperam&lt;br /&gt;para o bem daqueles que te amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei o quanto preciso esperar, eu amo e confio em &lt;/span&gt;Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;arial&gt;&lt;/arial&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/5875973426414412951-2523846224698066344?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/2523846224698066344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-sei-que-sempre-estas-comigo-senhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2523846224698066344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/2523846224698066344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-sei-que-sempre-estas-comigo-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAqyNTwihLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hk7GuFdjcGA/s72-c/esperando+a+noite+chegar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5962819955127738507</id><published>2010-06-05T16:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:43:20.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É dia de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje eu acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Com uma vontade danada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  De mandar flores ao delegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  De bater na porta do vizinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  E desejar bom dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  De beijar o português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Da padaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;iframe tabindex="5" style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mais um dia, mas um final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Um dia e final de semana únicos que não vou viver mais, prometo aproveita-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da melhor forma possível. Obrigado Deus por mais um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5962819955127738507?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5962819955127738507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-dia-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5962819955127738507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5962819955127738507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-dia-de-viver.html' title='É dia de viver'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5417572087597094462</id><published>2010-05-30T15:13:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:08:18.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por mais um tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAK09b04R4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/YSm9Yc2_NG0/s1600/menina__dia2010__melhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAK09b04R4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/YSm9Yc2_NG0/s320/menina__dia2010__melhor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477139064370513794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho os mesmos sonhos de menina,&lt;br /&gt;tenho  o papel dos planos guardados na agenda.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda canto alto no chuveiro e&lt;br /&gt;escrevo frase besta pra mim mesmo entender.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ainda finjo dormir pra não levantar da cama.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda calço sapatinhos de cristal e sem querer &lt;br /&gt;espero pelo príncipe! &lt;br /&gt;Ainda guardo os cartões que eu ganhei,&lt;br /&gt;guardo email e fotos românticas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda leio gibi, e não perco a hora dos desenhos,&lt;br /&gt;peço a bacia do bolo e ando falando sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;uso canetas coloridas e perco a borracha.&lt;br /&gt;sou ainda uma criança crescida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que o tempo não me roube a inocência e as marcas de criança,&lt;br /&gt;que os medos não me façam esquecer dos sonhos de menina. &lt;br /&gt;Quero meu coração batendo rápido toda vez que eu me apaixonar,&lt;br /&gt;quero escrever pra mim mesma, quero desenhar meus projetos e correr o risco que me implica viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5417572087597094462?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5417572087597094462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-mais-um-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5417572087597094462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5417572087597094462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-mais-um-tempo.html' title='Por mais um tempo'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAK09b04R4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/YSm9Yc2_NG0/s72-c/menina__dia2010__melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-4776870321665757874</id><published>2010-05-29T15:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:17:42.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAFaIbXiI5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ydq4aiD97Mg/s1600/OQAAAEqv9tPcDhqfQfM_cvX-xGpQsQPyPP-2IDW3FiUCZEZqdhN4uqSbhDBgfFP5SKh1rJhkEJotdQRX_T6fjIi_eDAAm1T1UFG4lA6YZjgY97n84SygDmOm3rqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAFaIbXiI5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ydq4aiD97Mg/s320/OQAAAEqv9tPcDhqfQfM_cvX-xGpQsQPyPP-2IDW3FiUCZEZqdhN4uqSbhDBgfFP5SKh1rJhkEJotdQRX_T6fjIi_eDAAm1T1UFG4lA6YZjgY97n84SygDmOm3rqr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476757722691150738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei o que é deixar&lt;br /&gt;Que o rio de Deus me leve&lt;br /&gt;Desde a fonte ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Há um rumo pra seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodolfo Abrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu sei que caminho andar,eu sei quem luta por mim, sei que ele estar comigo&lt;br /&gt;o tempo todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que a figueira não floresça&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que a videira não dê o seu fruto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não haja alimento nos campos&lt;br /&gt;Eu me alegrarei em Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-4776870321665757874?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/4776870321665757874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-eu-sei-o-que-e-deixar-que-o-rio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4776870321665757874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/4776870321665757874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-eu-sei-o-que-e-deixar-que-o-rio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/TAFaIbXiI5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ydq4aiD97Mg/s72-c/OQAAAEqv9tPcDhqfQfM_cvX-xGpQsQPyPP-2IDW3FiUCZEZqdhN4uqSbhDBgfFP5SKh1rJhkEJotdQRX_T6fjIi_eDAAm1T1UFG4lA6YZjgY97n84SygDmOm3rqr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6480126463773198478</id><published>2010-05-21T13:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:45:08.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ele que tem abraço apertado que chega a me machucar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que  faz da sua vida versos de música e com eles me faz cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que usa seu tempo livre pra criar versos simples,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que não sabe ficar sem falar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que já falou coisas pra me irritar,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que parece nunca ter amado ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que pra falar de amor sempre tem alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que só tem de rude seu corpo forte,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que faz dos seus sentimentos um norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;É dele que posso esperar um sorriso “besta”  as 18:30 em ponto, e que talvez escute um toque de Los hermanos, e que em dias de prova me faz pergunta de cima da mesa da sala, e que sei que quando eu precisar vai arrumar o projetor pra mim(rsrs...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6480126463773198478?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6480126463773198478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/ele.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6480126463773198478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6480126463773198478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/ele.html' title='Ele'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6755604716924773997</id><published>2010-05-18T16:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:29:58.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrantado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_LqT_ESvMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5qLHzU1JXGk/s1600/cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_LqT_ESvMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5qLHzU1JXGk/s320/cruz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472694126276426946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para cruz&lt;br /&gt;E para cruz eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Do seu sofrer participar&lt;br /&gt;Da sua obra vou cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu salvador&lt;br /&gt;Na cruz mostrou&lt;br /&gt;O amor do pai&lt;br /&gt;O justo Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela cruz, me chamou&lt;br /&gt;Gentilmente me atraiu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras me aproximo&lt;br /&gt;Quebrantado por seu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imerecida vida&lt;br /&gt;De graça recebi&lt;br /&gt;Por sua cruz&lt;br /&gt;Da morte me livrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouxe-me a vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava condenado&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora pela cruz&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui reconciliado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante é o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me redimiu e me mostrou&lt;br /&gt;O quanto é fiel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6755604716924773997?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6755604716924773997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/quebrantado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6755604716924773997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6755604716924773997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/quebrantado.html' title='Quebrantado'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_LqT_ESvMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5qLHzU1JXGk/s72-c/cruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-5397015814523562532</id><published>2010-05-17T12:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:12:16.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_Fcy6Ky6fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2B7VKon2RVY/s1600/orar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_Fcy6Ky6fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2B7VKon2RVY/s320/orar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472257051909614066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ter morrido por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por te me feito com esse caráter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelos dias de sol e de chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelos "amigos irmãos" que me cercam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por tudo que tenho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gratidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Dom da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-5397015814523562532?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/5397015814523562532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratidao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5397015814523562532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/5397015814523562532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratidao.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S_Fcy6Ky6fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2B7VKon2RVY/s72-c/orar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8599730144485044056</id><published>2010-05-13T13:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:38:17.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S-wpN-02aYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jRTA52qtM5k/s1600/mulher%2Bflores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S-wpN-02aYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jRTA52qtM5k/s320/mulher%2Bflores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470792967528016258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso ver flores no caminho enfeitando tudo que acontece agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandeira branca levantada depois de uma "guerra" fria&lt;br /&gt;Olhares das irmãs se cruzando no dia-dia&lt;br /&gt;Paz em meio peito, esperanças, novas alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o criador balbuciando em meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Vejo meus planos redesenhados &lt;br /&gt;Entendo agora sentimentos antes mal resolvidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo cansado agora estar de pé &lt;br /&gt;Ganho novas forças e respiro forte aliviada&lt;br /&gt;maus pensamentos não me dominam, tenho fé!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8599730144485044056?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8599730144485044056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/primavera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8599730144485044056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8599730144485044056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/primavera.html' title='Primavera...'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S-wpN-02aYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jRTA52qtM5k/s72-c/mulher%2Bflores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6444969532341015650</id><published>2010-05-03T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:49:33.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não poderia viver sem Ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais teria razão em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem Te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E conhecer Teu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, minha vida pertence a Ti&lt;br /&gt;Pois é a Tua mão que me dá forças pra caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo os Teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Andando em direção ao Teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus eu te agradeço por tudo que tu és, por me amar tanto assim. Muito aobrigado por mais um dia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6444969532341015650?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6444969532341015650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-nao-poderia-viver-sem-ti-eu-jamais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6444969532341015650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6444969532341015650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-nao-poderia-viver-sem-ti-eu-jamais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8841199042092290306</id><published>2010-04-28T18:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:53:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>Mas uma vez é noite, e dentro do quarto encontro somente&lt;br /&gt;bagunça que não pude arrumar,sinto apenas o cheiro do meu &lt;br /&gt;próprio perfume, &lt;strong&gt;o amor não estar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio marca o um novo dia... zero hora e eu ainda não fui deitar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que tenho aulas preparar, textos pra fichar, e nessas obrigações esqueço &lt;br /&gt;que ele não estar, e ai entendo que quantos mais aulas e textos melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso agora descansar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8841199042092290306?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8841199042092290306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/mas-uma-vez-e-noite-e-dentro-do-quarto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8841199042092290306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8841199042092290306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/mas-uma-vez-e-noite-e-dentro-do-quarto.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6919330222566924680</id><published>2010-04-26T17:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:59:32.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto o abraço do tempo apertar &lt;br /&gt;E redesenhar minhas escolhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que queria mudar tudo &lt;br /&gt;Me vejo cumprindo ciclos, gostar mais de hoje &lt;br /&gt;E gostar disso &lt;br /&gt;Me vejo com seus olhos, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Espero pelas novas folhas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino jeitos novos para as mesmas coisas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que queria ficar &lt;br /&gt;Pra ver encorparem os caules &lt;br /&gt;Lá vou eu, eu queria ficar &lt;br /&gt;Pra me ver mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo o que sabem os velhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver o tempo e seu lento ácido dissolver o que é concreto &lt;br /&gt;E vejo o tempo em seu claroescuro &lt;br /&gt;Vejo o tempo em seu movimento &lt;br /&gt;Me marcar a pele fundo, me impelindo, me fazendo &lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que fazia girar o mundo, &lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, quem diria, esperar pelos frutos &lt;br /&gt;Conheço o tempo em seus disfarces, em seus círculos de horas&lt;br /&gt;Se arrastando feito meses&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;se o meu amor demora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E vejo bem tudo recomeçar todas as vezes &lt;br /&gt;E vejo o tempo apodrecer e brotar &lt;br /&gt;E seguir sendo sempre ele &lt;br /&gt;Me o tempo todo começar de novo &lt;br /&gt;E ser e ter tudo pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adriana       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Calcanhoto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6919330222566924680?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6919330222566924680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/abril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6919330222566924680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6919330222566924680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/abril.html' title='Abril'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-6665206546613395537</id><published>2010-04-21T14:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:57:35.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu lembrei da cena do cachorro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S888iXlUltI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eBrvDy4wbbg/s1600/Rottweiler8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S888iXlUltI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eBrvDy4wbbg/s320/Rottweiler8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462651434167473874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele latiu forte e parecia querer me atingir,&lt;br /&gt;e no meio de uma discussão nossa, parei de falar e assustada com o "cachorro-lobo"&lt;br /&gt;te abracei tão forte que parecia que iria entrar em você, e foi ai que você também parou e me abraçou bem mais forte que parecia que ia me colocar dentro de você, apenas pra me proteger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-6665206546613395537?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/6665206546613395537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-eu-lembrei-da-cena-do-cachorro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6665206546613395537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/6665206546613395537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-eu-lembrei-da-cena-do-cachorro.html' title='Hoje eu lembrei da cena do cachorro...'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S888iXlUltI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eBrvDy4wbbg/s72-c/Rottweiler8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-7102509019520524328</id><published>2010-04-21T14:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:09:36.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto Houver Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S88xSS9HhKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nG5doBsnrtI/s1600/bruna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S88xSS9HhKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nG5doBsnrtI/s320/bruna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462639063419290786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver saída&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver mais solução&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver saída&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma idéia vale uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar nem ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver esperança&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Algo de uma criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem amor, sem direção&lt;br /&gt;A sós ninguém está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;É caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Que se faz o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver desejo&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar nem mesmo dor&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver desejo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Aonde Deus colocou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haverá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver... vou continuar caminhando e acreditando que nada foi em &lt;/strong&gt;vão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-7102509019520524328?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/7102509019520524328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/enquanto-houver-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7102509019520524328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/7102509019520524328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/enquanto-houver-sol.html' title='Enquanto Houver Sol'/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S88xSS9HhKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nG5doBsnrtI/s72-c/bruna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875973426414412951.post-8897588818905537139</id><published>2010-04-19T20:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:38:34.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S8zpboBeIBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mxFYfLMnGYw/s1600/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S8zpboBeIBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mxFYfLMnGYw/s320/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461997108902895634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que legal seria ter&lt;br /&gt;Uma máquina do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Com ela eu voltaria a ser&lt;br /&gt;O seu melhor momento&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir o que vai me acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Se vou te* encontrar mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com timidez, hoje volto pra falar de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875973426414412951-8897588818905537139?l=brunanevess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/feeds/8897588818905537139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-legal-seria-ter-uma-maquina-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8897588818905537139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875973426414412951/posts/default/8897588818905537139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brunanevess.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-legal-seria-ter-uma-maquina-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Neves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227572319322840685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llvKYhG0wBM/TW5Ke3L23KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zlHRr6u0Weg/s220/Euu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6GCrJtwjTo/S8zpboBeIBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mxFYfLMnGYw/s72-c/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
