<?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-4131269494236536791</id><updated>2011-10-07T14:26:54.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armazém da Mirinha - Um Pouquinho de Tudo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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profissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;O que me direciona é minha dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Deus é meu co-piloto e a boa música, a minha companheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No peito trago a família, amigos e boas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E nessa viagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Meus pensamentos voam, conforme os nuances das paisagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Voam e ecoam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E nessa dança, nessa ciranda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nessa nescessidade de ir e vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu ganho a liberdade, lares fugazes e o silêncio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sou como pássaros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pássaros em vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E como vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E assim vôuo..&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/4131269494236536791-6006115558474345066?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2270225685027246774</id><published>2011-07-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:37:20.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Faz Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dentre os sentidos mais apurados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O do homem é a visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O da mulher, audição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Então, por algum erro da natuteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Das catástrofes geradas pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tudo se inverteu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele queria ouvir a Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ela queria a Foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele continuou na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ú&lt;/span&gt; S I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas, ela continuou na &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt;, na Foto e na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E assim, como que voltando a normalidade dos sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ela escutou o que não queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E, ele viu da mesma forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ela foi-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Assim, meio que descomprometida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Foi escutando a MÚSICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E ele, nem sequer, viu a foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A música ainda toca e a toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E a foto? Garanto que nem foi lembrada por ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Homens, mulheres e os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nada faz sentido!&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/4131269494236536791-2270225685027246774?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2270225685027246774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2270225685027246774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Com os acordes da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma melodia em tons menores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Sempre menores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;As cordas desafinadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Desalhinhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Dedilhadas com os calos da razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E cantada com o sangue da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Da aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Da mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E o coração sempre presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Buscando o ritmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;O batido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E as notas dessonantes da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-8444702514498510322?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8444702514498510322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8444702514498510322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8444702514498510322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8444702514498510322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-8739516786726016335</id><published>2009-06-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:31:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;... de receber flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;escrever e receber cartas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ganhar um amasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sentir o coração e as pernas bambas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;deixar recado para uma pessoa te ligar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ouvir disco de vinil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;assistir a ursinhos Gummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;comprar material escolar no início do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sentir o cheiro do cabelo da boneca nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;esperar ansiosamente o natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sofrer pelo vestibular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;beber e fumar no escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sair com aquele bando de amigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;usar uniforme escolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;bala banda, lanchinho do fofão e skiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;aula de educação física&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;último dia de aula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;aula de catecismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;brincar na rua o dia todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;pular carnaval em clube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;fazer 15 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;fazer 18 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;fazer 20... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ficar de castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ir em matinê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;imaginar o beijo de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;comer muito e não engordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;andar de velotrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;da adolescência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ai, se pudesse começar tudo de novo...&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/4131269494236536791-8739516786726016335?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8739516786726016335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8739516786726016335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8739516786726016335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8739516786726016335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-1367172667826748893</id><published>2009-05-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:10:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sol music" rsrsrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Não, ele não vai mais dobrar&lt;br /&gt;Pode até se acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai viver sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Desaprendeu a dividir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi escolher o mal-me-quer&lt;br /&gt;Entre o amor de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;E as certezas do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Ele não pôde se entregar&lt;br /&gt;E agora vai ter de pagar&lt;br /&gt;Com o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha lá! Ele não é feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sempre diz&lt;br /&gt;Que é do tipo Cara Valente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas veja só&lt;br /&gt;A gente sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse humor&lt;br /&gt;É coisa de um rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Que sem ter proteção&lt;br /&gt;Foi se esconder atrás&lt;br /&gt;Da cara de vilão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, não faz assim rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Não bota esse cartaz&lt;br /&gt;A gente não cai não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ê! Ê!Ele não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;Oiá!!!Essa cara amarrada&lt;br /&gt;É só!Um jeito de viver na pior&lt;br /&gt;Ê! Ê!Ele não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;Oiá!!!Essa cara amarrada&lt;br /&gt;É só!Um jeito de viver&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de mágoas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cara Valente - Marcelo Camelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-1367172667826748893?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1367172667826748893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=1367172667826748893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1367172667826748893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1367172667826748893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/sol-music-rsrsrs.html' title='&quot;Sol music&quot; rsrsrs'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-5461965910728283230</id><published>2009-05-05T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:27:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SgEDUQncSHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_HViqpQXcAU/s1600-h/ponteRomana_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332547080376043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SgEDUQncSHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_HViqpQXcAU/s200/ponteRomana_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Antigamente eu acreditava no amor debaixo da ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Depois passei a acreditar no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eu fico com a ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-5461965910728283230?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5461965910728283230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=5461965910728283230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5461965910728283230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5461965910728283230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/ponte.html' title='A ponte'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SgEDUQncSHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_HViqpQXcAU/s72-c/ponteRomana_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2280036757191660074</id><published>2009-05-04T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:49:55.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;A solidão é minha melhor companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ela não me abandona nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-2280036757191660074?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2280036757191660074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2280036757191660074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2280036757191660074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2280036757191660074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-estrada.html' title='Na estrada'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-1366329396743318149</id><published>2009-03-09T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:52:11.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SbW5V2spDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r8kUfhxP6-0/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311355120664514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SbW5V2spDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r8kUfhxP6-0/s400/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;O melhhor SPA em Tiradentes - MG. (8/3/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-1366329396743318149?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1366329396743318149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=1366329396743318149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1366329396743318149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1366329396743318149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/03/placas.html' title='Placas'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SbW5V2spDqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r8kUfhxP6-0/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-5292149445922770195</id><published>2009-02-13T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:54:08.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida e Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Na fila do hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Todo mundo é igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não há rico e não há pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bonito, feio, fraco ou forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não há azar ou sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Só há vida e só há morte.&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/4131269494236536791-5292149445922770195?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5292149445922770195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=5292149445922770195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5292149445922770195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5292149445922770195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-e-morte.html' title='Vida e Morte'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-4766758411787021233</id><published>2009-01-04T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:36:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Término</title><content type='html'>Qualquer término de namoro é chato. Pra falar a verdade é uma verdadeira desgraça. Não importando se é ao vivo e a cores, por telefone, mensagem de celular, e-mail, msn, carta, telegrama, telégrafo, fumaça de índio, tambor, pombo correio ou bilhete dentro de garrafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante com as pessoas entram na vida das outras pela porta da frente, mas sempre seguem uma inigualar tendência a sair pela escada de incêncio, deixando a outra carbonizada lá dentro e querendo salvar um gato em cima de uma árvore, pra sair no New York Times como o héroi do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na entrevista percebemos que há vários tipos de super-herói:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que oferece o prêmio a pessoa "terminada", falando que ela é TUDO, mas...;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que oferece o prêmio a si mesmo, tamanho o ego-híper-ismo-ultra-centrismo-mega-plus;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que oferece o prêmio a mãe, falando que ela sempre foi tudo na sua vida;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que oferece o prêmio ao novo companheiro;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que bebe o prêmio;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquele que oferece o prêmio para sua igreja evangélica;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alguma sugestão?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-4766758411787021233?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4766758411787021233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=4766758411787021233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4766758411787021233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4766758411787021233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/termino.html' title='Término'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-4996195730695874301</id><published>2008-12-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:53:23.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SUKlCCQV7PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jb2g9SQOLCg/s1600-h/retrovisor[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278963167615380722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SUKlCCQV7PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jb2g9SQOLCg/s200/retrovisor%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Ando viajando muito nesse meu novo emprego e tenho muito tempo para a reflexão, que aliás, ando fazendo muito nesse últimos tempos e como sou uma pessoa "vianjadoura" das idéias, me peguei esses dias analisando que a sensação da volta de qualquer viagem é sempre mais perto que a ida e que a cada ano que passa, temos a sensação de que ele passou mais rápido que o anterior. Diante disso, na minha "viajolândia", me perguntei: será que sentimos que os anos se passam mais rápidos com o decorrer da idade porque estamos voltando de onde viemos e por isso a sensação é a mesma de uma viagem??? Viagem, né!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-4996195730695874301?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4996195730695874301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=4996195730695874301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4996195730695874301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4996195730695874301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/volta.html' title='A volta'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SUKlCCQV7PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jb2g9SQOLCg/s72-c/retrovisor%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-8659127649149020096</id><published>2008-11-03T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:57:16.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy-rinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQ9zdlg-nYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GUhBoZfBo3M/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553441543232898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQ9zdlg-nYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GUhBoZfBo3M/s400/amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Montagem que a Dai fez pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-8659127649149020096?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8659127649149020096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8659127649149020096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8659127649149020096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8659127649149020096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/amy-rinha.html' title='Amy-rinha'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQ9zdlg-nYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GUhBoZfBo3M/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-3028099905122125830</id><published>2008-10-31T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:27:11.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas não tem noção do que elas são</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQsSfXlmkEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/faq6cGkvQcI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263320919629533250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQsSfXlmkEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/faq6cGkvQcI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele era um rapaz atraente, mas estava um pouco bêbado e com algumas marcas da noitada anterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ela gostou, mas estava preocupada em colocar um ponto final no seu namoro já morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eles esperaram um momento de sobriedade e curtiram o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E os dois começaram a se encontrar, assim, sem expectativas e compromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele não queria namorar e muito menos ela, mas, discutiam o assunto com mansidão e naturalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele era preocupado com o bem dela, prometeu tirá-la da solidão, a chamou pra sair e apresentou amigos que se tornaram amigos dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Quando saíam, ele a buscava e a levava casa, mesmo morando longe e quando ele não a buscava, ficava sentido por não ter feito e fazia com que ela prometesse mandar uma msg assim que chegasse em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dirigia tranquilamente, era uma pessoa tranquila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele abria a porta do carro e puxava a cadeira pra ela sentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Pagou a conta inteira, sem que ela quisesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Tratava todos bem e com carinho, todos mesmo, os garçons, os vigilantes de carro, os amigos, os amigos dos amigos, os respectivos de amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Tinha uma doçura para falar da família, sabia que os pais mereciam respeito, o que é diferente de admiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Falava da profissão com muito amor e nada envolvendo o lado financeiro. Tinha verdadeira paixão pelo que fazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Sempre foi um menino trabalhador e ajudava muito em casa. Tinha uma humildade encantadora e falava abertamente sobre isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Um dia, quando ele estava a levando para casa, ela disse a ele que ele era muito gentil e ele perguntou: você está falando isso só por que eu te trouxe em casa? E ela o olhou e disse: não, porque você é gentil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele não tinha noção do que ele era...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E depois disso, ela teve um outro olhar para a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ela não se apaixonou por ele e nem ele por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas, ela se apaixonou pela gentileza que ainda existia no mundo, cuja pessoas que são não sabem que são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Isso é gentileza. E gentileza gera gentileza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-3028099905122125830?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3028099905122125830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=3028099905122125830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3028099905122125830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3028099905122125830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-pessoas-no-tem-noo-do-que-elas-so.html' title='As pessoas não tem noção do que elas são'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SQsSfXlmkEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/faq6cGkvQcI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-158415429954909809</id><published>2008-10-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:27:12.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os sábios velhinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SP3WP4oMP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/QnHGpS-W7Ts/s1600-h/velhinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259595508225949666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SP3WP4oMP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/QnHGpS-W7Ts/s200/velhinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Conversando com a Dai, uma grande amiga, ela me soltou o seguinte comentário que ouviu na semana passada de uma sábia velhinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Tanto em relacionamento quanto em amizade tem que haver troca e soma... porque a partir do momento que existe a troca, soma pros dois lados... se a pessoa nao soma nada pra você, só te subtrai... então, joga fora que é melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ela ainda comletou: por isso larguei o traste do meu marido! kkkkkk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nossa! E como são sábios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/4131269494236536791-158415429954909809?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/158415429954909809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=158415429954909809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/158415429954909809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/158415429954909809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-sbios-velhinhos.html' title='Os sábios velhinhos'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SP3WP4oMP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/QnHGpS-W7Ts/s72-c/velhinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-5346373208281823216</id><published>2008-10-20T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:55:55.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem comentários</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;A indiferença é a agressão da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-5346373208281823216?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5346373208281823216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=5346373208281823216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5346373208281823216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5346373208281823216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/sem-comentrios.html' title='Sem comentários'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2872260344634408922</id><published>2008-08-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:50:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nariguetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SKCwEVz8V4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ORxN5gwDhtQ/s1600-h/nariz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376355625490306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SKCwEVz8V4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ORxN5gwDhtQ/s200/nariz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz, nariz, e nariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Bocage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz, nariz, e nariz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz, que nunca se acaba; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz, que se ele desaba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Fará o mundo infeliz; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz, que Newton não quis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Descrever-lhe a diagonal; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nariz de massa infernal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Que, se o cálculo não erra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Posto entre o Sol e a Terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Faria eclipse total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu e Camila. Momento show, com uma pessoa ímpar. Prima-irmã do coração. Simplesmente amo essa foto, q só tem nariz e dente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-2872260344634408922?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2872260344634408922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2872260344634408922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2872260344634408922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2872260344634408922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/nariguetas.html' title='Nariguetas'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SKCwEVz8V4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ORxN5gwDhtQ/s72-c/nariz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-7063232818494914263</id><published>2008-07-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:34:28.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SINMLqz_g9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lfyeMdCk2IA/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103756034540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SINMLqz_g9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lfyeMdCk2IA/s400/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Lavras, em novembro de 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/4131269494236536791-7063232818494914263?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7063232818494914263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=7063232818494914263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/7063232818494914263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/7063232818494914263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/07/placas.html' title='Placas'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SINMLqz_g9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lfyeMdCk2IA/s72-c/DSC01846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-744754451767745037</id><published>2008-06-27T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:53:28.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples confusamente assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu tô confusa com tanta confusão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;confusa com os sentimentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sentida com a confusão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sentida como as pessoas abrem mão das coisas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;assim, tão fácil confusamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Saber q vamos morrer e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;tudo vai ficar aki, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;nessa confusão toda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Simples confusamente assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-744754451767745037?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/744754451767745037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=744754451767745037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/744754451767745037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/744754451767745037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/simples-confusamente-assim.html' title='Simples confusamente assim...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-6395382412015050076</id><published>2008-06-23T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:59:38.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;De repente,  mel virou fel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-6395382412015050076?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6395382412015050076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=6395382412015050076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/6395382412015050076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/6395382412015050076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/metamorfose.html' title='Metamorfose'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-8521748989860637062</id><published>2008-06-21T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:49:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SF0F70bEfLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j0-oYi9LerU/s1600-h/CACHORRO+QUENTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214330468807507122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SF0F70bEfLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j0-oYi9LerU/s400/CACHORRO+QUENTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;A partir de hj, toda placa q eu vir e for d+, vou postar aki no Blog. Divirtam-se!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Barraquinha de cachorro quente, na festa de Santo Antônio, em Santo Antônio das Roças Grandes - MG. Tirada em 15/06/2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Não é d+?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-8521748989860637062?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8521748989860637062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8521748989860637062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8521748989860637062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8521748989860637062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/06/placas.html' title='Placas'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SF0F70bEfLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j0-oYi9LerU/s72-c/CACHORRO+QUENTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-1714271450745678353</id><published>2008-05-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:25:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1960-1979</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SDOwhtdeWTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gvpGZszEN48/s1600-h/P%C3%89S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202696087728445746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SDOwhtdeWTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gvpGZszEN48/s200/P%C3%89S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu trilho o inverso dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Meio que na contramão dos sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele tá vindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu tô saindo agora...&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/4131269494236536791-1714271450745678353?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1714271450745678353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=1714271450745678353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1714271450745678353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1714271450745678353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/1960-1979.html' title='1960-1979'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/SDOwhtdeWTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gvpGZszEN48/s72-c/P%C3%89S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-8571103337947776429</id><published>2008-04-17T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:45:35.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familhama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se meus pais são primos primeiros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meus avós são avós e tios avós;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meus tios são tios e primos segundos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meus primos primeiros são primos primeiros e terceiros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meus pais são pais e primos segundos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Meu irmão é irmão e primo terceiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E eu sou prima terceira de mim mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-8571103337947776429?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8571103337947776429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8571103337947776429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8571103337947776429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8571103337947776429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/familhama.html' title='Familhama'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-3814067841786360844</id><published>2008-04-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:08:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R_5zGjdbocI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y-Vi8hOTqd8/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187710377212486082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R_5zGjdbocI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y-Vi8hOTqd8/s200/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"O perdão é a remissão de uma punição merecida." (Sêneca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4131269494236536791-3814067841786360844?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3814067841786360844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=3814067841786360844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3814067841786360844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3814067841786360844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R_5zGjdbocI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y-Vi8hOTqd8/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-8238993982689102747</id><published>2008-03-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:16:27.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Início do fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R--5EmLb4II/AAAAAAAAAD4/HSjN4_WTGII/s1600-h/folha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183565184745857154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R--5EmLb4II/AAAAAAAAAD4/HSjN4_WTGII/s200/folha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Folhas no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;vou buscar aquilo que foi meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;e que no mundo se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;qual folhas que o vento soltou no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;ter a mesma paz de antigamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sair cantando por cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;qualquer canção sob qualquer luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;vou buscar aquele amor tão meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;sair andando a perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;qual o caminho por onde ele foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;e por onde for irei também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;até o coração achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;que simplesmente não achou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;e aí então vou entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;que ao buscar eu me perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;de tudo aquilo que eu sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Composição: Elton Medeiros e Hermínio Bello de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Escutei essa música, no cd Minha Praia, do ex-Boca Livre Zé Renato. Muito linda por sinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-8238993982689102747?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8238993982689102747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=8238993982689102747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8238993982689102747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/8238993982689102747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/03/incio.html' title='Início do fim'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R--5EmLb4II/AAAAAAAAAD4/HSjN4_WTGII/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-3571421227187760855</id><published>2008-01-30T02:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:09:02.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As 10 raças caninas mais inteligentes do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BZeqW3ndI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPXpSqc4ewE/s1600-h/caes0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161223556267744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BZeqW3ndI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPXpSqc4ewE/s200/caes0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;1° - Border Collie&lt;br /&gt;2° - Poodle&lt;br /&gt;3° - Pastor Alemão&lt;br /&gt;4° - Golden Retriever&lt;br /&gt;5° - Dobermann&lt;br /&gt;6° - Shetland Sheepdog&lt;br /&gt;7° - Labrador Retriever&lt;br /&gt;8° - Papillon&lt;br /&gt;9° - Rottweiler&lt;br /&gt;10° - Australian Cattle Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-3571421227187760855?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3571421227187760855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=3571421227187760855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3571421227187760855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3571421227187760855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-10-raas-caninas-mais-inteligentes-do.html' title='As 10 raças caninas mais inteligentes do mundo'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BZeqW3ndI/AAAAAAAAADU/oPXpSqc4ewE/s72-c/caes0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2357392239733947676</id><published>2008-01-16T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:46:12.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montagem bacana encontrada no orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R47SxU4u68I/AAAAAAAAADE/cGZPa82fwLU/s1600-h/ATYAAABwitxSasSkNvL0_xamoH2fpvz3VTnMdUvJ7al9ZlMUYNJygnT39_2NKpo8ypRChqJ2ZThNxanm7S4mLwYjv6MTAJtU9VByeVbV8RH_DE_zq-PR7YyhK4IkWA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156290368247884738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R47SxU4u68I/AAAAAAAAADE/cGZPa82fwLU/s400/ATYAAABwitxSasSkNvL0_xamoH2fpvz3VTnMdUvJ7al9ZlMUYNJygnT39_2NKpo8ypRChqJ2ZThNxanm7S4mLwYjv6MTAJtU9VByeVbV8RH_DE_zq-PR7YyhK4IkWA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-2357392239733947676?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2357392239733947676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2357392239733947676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2357392239733947676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2357392239733947676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/montagem-bacana.html' title='Montagem bacana encontrada no orkut'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R47SxU4u68I/AAAAAAAAADE/cGZPa82fwLU/s72-c/ATYAAABwitxSasSkNvL0_xamoH2fpvz3VTnMdUvJ7al9ZlMUYNJygnT39_2NKpo8ypRChqJ2ZThNxanm7S4mLwYjv6MTAJtU9VByeVbV8RH_DE_zq-PR7YyhK4IkWA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2684842705043190669</id><published>2008-01-12T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:07:28.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma da Zezé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;"A gente apaga as pessoas de nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas não apaga as coisas que elas fazem com a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu tenho preguiça de explicar porque sumi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;porque estou distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas quando eu sumo, eu desapareço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Demoro a encher... Mas, um dia eu encho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu demoro em tudo, mas sou decisiva no final!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Não me arrependo jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nem olho pra trás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;porque quem vai embora da minha vida, já vai tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu perdi a paciência...Daqui pra frente só faço o que me interessar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Não vou pensar mais nos outros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;pois cansei de ser madre Tereza de Calcutá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E não vou nem pedir desculpas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;e nem me explicar por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ou as pessoas me aceitam como eu sou ou tô fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ninguém está em meu caminho à toa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;deve ter lá suas razões para permanecer...."&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/4131269494236536791-2684842705043190669?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2684842705043190669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2684842705043190669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2684842705043190669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2684842705043190669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/mais-uma-da-zez.html' title='Mais uma da Zezé...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-4344419487107220154</id><published>2008-01-12T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:42:59.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias de Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BUh6W3ncI/AAAAAAAAADM/qQjmNwIjOuU/s1600-h/Nuvem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161218114544180674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BUh6W3ncI/AAAAAAAAADM/qQjmNwIjOuU/s200/Nuvem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Coincidentemente, há dias que se caracterizam pela sucessão de ocorrências desagradáveis. Nada parece dar certo. Todas as atividades se confundem, e os fatos se apresentam deprimentes, perturbadores. A cada nova tentativa de ação, outros insucessos ocorrem, como se os fenômenos naturais transcorressem de forma contrária.&lt;br /&gt;Nessas ocasiões as contrariedades aumentam, e o pessimismo se instala nas mentes e na emoção, levando-as a lembranças negativas com presságios deprimentes.&lt;br /&gt;Quem lhe padece a injunção tende ao desânimo, e refugia-se em padrões psicológicos de auto-aflição, de infelicidade, de desprezo por si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se sitiado por forças descomunais, contra as quais não pode lutar, deixando-se arrastar pelas correntes contrárias, envenenando-se com o mau humor.&lt;br /&gt;São esses, dias de prova, e não para desencanto; de desafio, e não para cessação do esforço.&lt;br /&gt;Quando recrudescem as dificuldades, maior deve ser o investimento de energias, e mais cuidadosa a aplicação do valor moral na batalha.&lt;br /&gt;Desistindo-se de lutar, mais rápido se dá o fracasso, e quando se vai ao enfrentamento com idéias de perda, parte do labor já está perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias sombrios, que acontecem periodicamente, e às vezes se tornam contínuos, vigia mais e reflexiona mais com cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;Um insucesso é normal, ou mais de um, num campo de variadas atividades. Todavia, a intérmina sucessão deles pode ter gênese em fatores espirituais perniciosos, cujas personagens se interessam em prejudicar-te, abrindo espaços mentais e emocionais para intercâmbio nefasto contigo, de caráter obsessivo.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais te irritares e te entregares à depressão, mais forte se te fará o cerco e mais ocorrências infelizes tomarão forma.&lt;br /&gt;Não te debatas até a exaustão, nadando contra a corrente. Vence-lhe o fluxo, contornando a direção das águas velozes.&lt;br /&gt;Há mentes espirituais maldosas, que te acompanham, interessados no teu fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;Reage-lhes à insídia mediante à oração, o pensamento otimista, a irrestrita confiança em Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Rompe o moto-contínuo dos desacertos, mudando de paisagem mental, de forma que não vitalizes o agente perturbador.&lt;br /&gt;Ouve uma música enriquecedora, que te leve a reminiscências agradáveis ou a planificações animadoras.&lt;br /&gt;Lê uma página edificante do Evangelho ou de outra obra de conteúdo nobre, a fim de te renovares emocionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Afasta-te do bulício e repousa; contempla uma região que te arranque do estado desanimador.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa no teu futuro ditoso, que te aguarda.&lt;br /&gt;Eleva-te a Deus com unção e romperás as cadeias da aflição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre sol brilhando além das nuvens sombrias, e, quando ele é colocado no mundo íntimo, nenhuma ameaça de trevas consegue apagar-lhe, ou sequer diminuir-lhe a intensidade da luz. Segue-lhe a claridade e vence o teu dia de insucessos, confiante e tranqüilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana de Angelis (Do livro “Momentos de Saúde”)&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/4131269494236536791-4344419487107220154?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4344419487107220154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=4344419487107220154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4344419487107220154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4344419487107220154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/dias-de-sombra.html' title='Dias de Sombra'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R6BUh6W3ncI/AAAAAAAAADM/qQjmNwIjOuU/s72-c/Nuvem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-4939146195904516474</id><published>2008-01-11T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:57:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só me restou o sapatinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Saudade de você, anjo imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Para mim mais que perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje presente no futuro do pretérito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Seria você um anjo sem nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Ou já Isadora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Pequeno ou grande?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Magrinho ou gordinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Moreninho e bonitinho!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Hum! Grande chance de olhos de mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Atleticano com certeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Anjo de chegada e partida não esperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Muito bem recebido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Pouco percebido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Feito e desfeito em ambiente etílico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Dor anestesiada pelo efeito quetamínico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Parte se foi num vidrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Parte ficou no divã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Parte ainda dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Parte de mim se foi com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Numa troca de partes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Parte sempre lembrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Pela presença fechada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Do que restou de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Sapatinho na caixinha&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/4131269494236536791-4939146195904516474?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4939146195904516474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=4939146195904516474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4939146195904516474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4939146195904516474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-me-restou-o-sapatinho.html' title='Só me restou o sapatinho'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-3679649150826245694</id><published>2007-12-15T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:39:21.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 anos de OSCAR NIEMEYER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;“Não é o ângulo reto que me atrai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Nem a linha reta, dura, inflexível criada pelo homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;O que me atrai é a curva livre e sensual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;A curva que encontro nas montanhas do meu país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;No curso sinuoso dos sentidos, nas nuvens do céu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;No corpo da mulher preferida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;De curvas é feito todo o Universo”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;(Oscar Niemeyer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2QyP04u67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9K9qWC0ChY0/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144291921839975346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2QyP04u67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9K9qWC0ChY0/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;*Igreja de São Francisco - BH, 1941.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2Qx_04u66I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EH5qgKxffRY/s1600-h/Catedral+DF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144291646962068386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2Qx_04u66I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EH5qgKxffRY/s320/Catedral+DF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Catedral Metropolitana- Brasília, 1958.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;*Fotos do meu arquivo pessoal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Parabéns, grande artista de traço único!!! 100 anos enfeitando não só o Brasil, como o mundo todo. Com pessoas assim, dá orgulho de ser brasileiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-3679649150826245694?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3679649150826245694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=3679649150826245694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3679649150826245694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3679649150826245694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/100-anos-de-oscar-niemeyer.html' title='100 anos de OSCAR NIEMEYER!!!'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2QyP04u67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9K9qWC0ChY0/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-4618332001307850313</id><published>2007-12-15T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:50:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade de alguém "espacial"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Amor Presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No amor presente&lt;br /&gt;O corpo sente&lt;br /&gt;O coração é quente&lt;br /&gt;O olhar tem pouso&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo acessível ao toque&lt;br /&gt;Estremece, vibra, afaga, protege&lt;br /&gt;Brinca e colore a vida&lt;br /&gt;Não só com o que sente&lt;br /&gt;Mas com a primazia do corpo vivo&lt;br /&gt;Corpo cor, corpo forma&lt;br /&gt;Corpo luz, corpo amor&lt;br /&gt;No amor ausente&lt;br /&gt;A gente deita, relaxa&lt;br /&gt;E fecha os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E faz do amor ausente&lt;br /&gt;O amor presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Lula Ribeiro / Suely Machado)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lula Ribeiro, cantor e compositor, é carioca de aracaju, rsrs. Muito bom por sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O site:  &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.lularibeiro.com.br/"&gt;www.lularibeiro.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-4618332001307850313?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4618332001307850313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=4618332001307850313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4618332001307850313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/4618332001307850313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/saudade-de-algum-especialsol.html' title='Saudade de alguém &quot;espacial&quot;...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-1863858717093356079</id><published>2007-12-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:22:29.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos cor de mel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2LS-E4u65I/AAAAAAAAACs/k4CG4Dyk3Dk/s1600-h/Mirian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2LS-E4u65I/AAAAAAAAACs/k4CG4Dyk3Dk/s400/Mirian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143905688315947922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;T&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;enho muito carinho por isso! Ary Murad, poeta e bon vivant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acertou no que mais chama atenção em mim:: os olhos de mel. E olha q isso foi em 1981!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Menina que tem a cor dos olhos esquisita, menina dos "zoi de gasolina" , olhos laranja, vermelhos... até um apelido carinhoso ganhei: Mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-1863858717093356079?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1863858717093356079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=1863858717093356079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1863858717093356079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1863858717093356079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/olhos-cor-de-mel.html' title='Olhos cor de mel...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R2LS-E4u65I/AAAAAAAAACs/k4CG4Dyk3Dk/s72-c/Mirian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-2650586702847412864</id><published>2007-12-08T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:56:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamento perfeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Relacionamento perfeito é igual a arroz com feijão: é simples, come todo dia, não enjoa e não faz mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-2650586702847412864?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2650586702847412864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=2650586702847412864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2650586702847412864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/2650586702847412864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/relacionamento-perfeito.html' title='Relacionamento perfeito...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-7685059543281873321</id><published>2007-11-28T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:13:08.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a uma pessoa especial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lJL_qHZhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LfOhtmvkSK0/s1600-h/zezÃ©.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141220920035599890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lJL_qHZhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LfOhtmvkSK0/s200/zez%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E bota especial nisso...&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoínha bacana é a Maria José, também Zezé ou Maria Jô, como você preferir. Prima, irmã, amiga e conselheira, não importando a ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom ter a sua companhia, suas palavras e conviver com seu astral maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se o mundo fosse repleto de pessoas assim, a vida seria mais feliz, mais colorida e mais gostosa de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras elevam nossa alma e, por isso, resolvi colocar aqui algumas coisas legais que ela já me escreveu. O que vocês não entenderem, me perguntem.&lt;br /&gt;Bjos a todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ai, nemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;hj é dia internacional dos fósseis da minha vida, começou pela manhã, vamo ver q hora termina.&lt;br /&gt;ai, nemmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;movimento cansei dos troços véio, tô afim de coisas bknas&lt;br /&gt;amiga-se, a gente é troglodita msm-se, a gente fala bkna, “nóis”, a gente quer morar na roça e abrir a janela pela manhã e ter um pé de couve de dois metros de altura, cheio de “purgão”&lt;br /&gt;q delícia!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais net, msn, okt , youtube, provincias, ilhas, arquipélagos...nunca mais celular, telefone, rock bar....&lt;br /&gt;no mácximo, um copo bem dos sujos pra uma pinga com qlqr coisa gordurosa de belisquete&lt;br /&gt;ai, nemmmmmmmmmmmmmmcansada....&lt;br /&gt;preguiça!&lt;br /&gt;bjos&lt;br /&gt;saudades"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"então, eu tava passando p ler tuas coisas&lt;br /&gt;ai , me veio na cabeça o que vc me disse uma vez;&lt;br /&gt;q somos além...lá aonde “vevi” os mortos&lt;br /&gt;somos uma conta conjunta de idéias fantásticas q só servem pra “nóis” duas msmo ou p alguem q as decifre, se é que ira conseguir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" loucas somos poucas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ser louca é ter estilo proprio e fodas.&lt;br /&gt;é olhar prum pé de couve e sonhar com os purgão dele, e tudo de bom q rodeia ele.&lt;br /&gt;te amo forever and ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vc é mais que prima!&lt;br /&gt;é amiga, cia adorável, pessoa agradável, vc é tudo de bom.&lt;br /&gt;se lembra quando disse que se fosse pra escolher uma outra forma de ser, eu queria ser vc?então...continua a saga das muié da familia dos zóio de gasolina(eu amei o que seu amigo escreveu pra vc)doido demais!&lt;br /&gt;vc é foda.&lt;br /&gt;vc é vip.&lt;br /&gt;vc é unica&lt;br /&gt;unica em varias coisas.&lt;br /&gt;unicamente linda&lt;br /&gt;naturalmente bela e louca.&lt;br /&gt;loucamente maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;saudades&lt;br /&gt;parabéns&lt;br /&gt;felicidades"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"acordei pela madrugada pensando em como é bom ser sua prima...melhor é te-la como amiga, confidente, pra dividir os bizius, pra n dividir as perucas, pois perucas é a parte.&lt;br /&gt;se vc resolver morar em BH,ah, a gente nem vai prestar....vamos beber agua de aquário, de privada, beijar bocas erradas, pq meu lema agora é antes mal-acompanhada do que só, como vc me ensinou mto bem.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo muito contigo, com sua transparência, sua sinceridade e autenticidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aprendi a ser amiga de sua mãe, e agora de vc, assim como uma dinastia, que independe do tempo e da distãncia.I like you, forever...&lt;br /&gt;Vc é tudo de bom, e lembre-se: Quem vai embora da vida da gente já vai tarde demais!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela força, por ter me tirado da lama, e pode ter certeza, sou pra sempre, em qualquer situação.&lt;br /&gt;N somos uma comunidade...vamos além...onde quase ninguem nunca nos alcança.&lt;br /&gt;Seres que se interagem, e se bastam "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Mirinha , eu e a Praguinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;somos as tres parecidas: temos a cor dos olhos e jeito de maluca, mas olhamos com bondade os seres q nos rodeiam,sejam eles quais forem: insolentes, diferentes,indiferentes, horriveis,desumanos e por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;O bacana de nos conhecermos é a afinidade intensa, a cumplicidade leal, a multiplicidade de idéias...somos várias...numa apenas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hj eu to ak pra falar da Mirinha: somos primas, somos amigas e tenho por ela uma algo mais que amizade ou o fato de sermos parentes..ela se diferencia do restante das pessoas q conheço..n sei exatamente pq, mas é diferente..é extremamente interessante...é bom fzr parte do seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;sair pras quebradeiras, ir pro postim conversar e ver o povo que passar..legal qualquer coisa com ela: um café horroroso à tarde, um bate papo na madrugada..um tema pra uma festa qualquer vira uma FESTA!&lt;br /&gt;Então me lembre do que disse a ela um tempo atrás:A FILA ANDA E NINGUEM É VIP!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, somos parecidas na malandragem:&lt;br /&gt;Voltar:never&lt;br /&gt;A fila anda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como diz a mãe; "trem ruim num caba" e ela tem razão&lt;br /&gt;ai, ainda agora, tava pensando nos placebos da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;homem é igual placebo; n tem gosto de nada, n serve p nada e msm assim a gente ainda toma hahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mesm sabendo q de nada serve.&lt;br /&gt;é tudo psicólógico e "oia q nóis" é pessoa física e juridica tudo junto.&lt;br /&gt;temos potencial, somos aquém e além de "nois" msm.&lt;br /&gt;queria ser uma toupeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;uma anta&lt;br /&gt;mas então, toupeira n leva chifres e nem toma pé na bunda...será?&lt;br /&gt;nunca se conhece o reino animal na sua totalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;totalmente zen-noção&lt;br /&gt;fodas!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&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/4131269494236536791-7685059543281873321?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7685059543281873321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=7685059543281873321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/7685059543281873321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/7685059543281873321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/homenagem-uma-pessoa-especial.html' title='Homenagem a uma pessoa especial...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lJL_qHZhI/AAAAAAAAACk/LfOhtmvkSK0/s72-c/zez%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-1152640237874782196</id><published>2007-11-27T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:25:30.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Estudo Científico dos Bicho-Grilo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lEQ_qHZfI/AAAAAAAAACU/st_2KM_VjmM/s1600-h/bicho+grilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215508376806898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lEQ_qHZfI/AAAAAAAAACU/st_2KM_VjmM/s200/bicho+grilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Há 23 anos o Língua de Trapo vem fazendo humor e gozando. Mas esse não é um vício solitário. Sempre tem alguém pra dar uma mãozinha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Essa banda é fantástica. As letras são divertidíssimas. Vale muito a pena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Achei um vídeo muito interessante, cujo o texto segue abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O Estudo Científico dos Bicho-Grilo (Carlos Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-O “Bicho-grilo porraloquensis” é resultado do cruzamento entre o intelectual da USP, o hippie da Bolívia e o capoeirista do Pelourinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Ele se reproduz em cativeiro e habita os quarteirões entre as Ruas Fidalga e Rua Harmonia, na Vila Madalena. São reconhecidos por suas batas coloridas, lenços na cabeça e um vocabulário de apenas de quatro expressões: “só”, “meu”, “muito louco” e “tô louco pra caralho.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-A alimentação básica do Bicho-grilo porraloquensis é arroz integral, batata barôa, empanada argentina, tofu e mais arroz integral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Alguns deles tomam cerveja e fumam um cigarrinho fino e perfumado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Os Bicho-grilo têm muitos filhotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Eles ninam esses filhotes à noite com músicas do Beto Guedes e do Led Zeppelin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Também gostam de colocar nomes diferentes nos filhotes, como Cauê, Aritana, Lenine, Stalimir, Krishna ou Sidarta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Nos anos 90, com a proliferação dos bares de pagode e da novela “Vila Madalena”, os Bicho-grilo começaram a entrar em extinção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Não podiam mais dormir em redes na varanda e foram ficando cada vez mais tristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Foi aí que aconteceu a grande fuga dos Bicho-Grilo em direção à Visconde de Mauá, São Tomé das Letras, Trindade e calçadas do Espaço Unibanco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Hoje existem poucos espécimes na Vila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Por causa disso, não coma um Bicho-Grilo.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Se for inevitável, use camisinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Vamos preservar a natureza. Boa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linguadetrapo.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;http://www.linguadetrapo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-1152640237874782196?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1152640237874782196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=1152640237874782196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1152640237874782196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/1152640237874782196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-estudo-cientfico-dos-bicho-grilo.html' title='O Estudo Científico dos Bicho-Grilo.'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lEQ_qHZfI/AAAAAAAAACU/st_2KM_VjmM/s72-c/bicho+grilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-3982370359006358144</id><published>2007-11-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:29:55.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na cidade grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lFdvqHZgI/AAAAAAAAACc/7GyH_Hk7kZ8/s1600-h/belo-horizonte-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141216826931766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lFdvqHZgI/AAAAAAAAACc/7GyH_Hk7kZ8/s200/belo-horizonte-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   Nasci e cresci em Lavras, cidade pequena, 90 mil habitantes, cidade relativamente pacata e animada pela presença de suas faculdades e da Universidade, a renomada UFLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   Uma cidade sem muita opção, ou nenhuma opção de entretenimento. A não ser que, vc tenha amigos, como eu, amigos especiais, de longa data (aproximadamente 20 anos, contando que tenho 28... rsrs). Aí você terá muita diversão, mesmo que somente um café ruim num domingo chuvoso, com uma falação de borracha da melhor qualidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   É essa a diferença quando se mora na cidade grande. Há três meses estou morando na capital de MG, Belo Horizonte, 2.4 milhões de habitantes, cidade linda, famosa pelo seus bares, cheia de opções de lazer e cultura, mas falta algo que lá no interior tem: calor humano. Claro que fiz ótimos amigos aqui, pessoas que levarei comigo em meu coração pra onde for, mas ainda falta algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   Devido a violência, as pessoas daqui são desconfiadas, acho que elas nem olham para o céu, num dia bonito, somente para admirar, pois têm medo de serem assaltadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   Andam apressadas, pois não podem chegar atrasadas no seu emprego, e a consequência disso é que elas se tornam rudes e mal educadas. Fico de cara, por exemplo, nas filas de ônibus, não existe mais o respeito, nem com os mais idosos, enquanto eles estão descendo as escadas, as pessoas estão subindo, num alvoroço, num empurra-empurra danado, às vezes, chego a ter medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   E os estresse? Adoro essa palavra, as pessoas adoram falar: estou estressada, fulano de tal está estressado, elas que não sabem que esse é o mal do século. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   Onde estão os sorrisos, os bom dias, até as paqueras nas ruas dessa cidade grande?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Onde está a gentileza humana? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;   E me fazendo essa pergunta, me lembrei de um música, que se chama Gente de Minha Terra (Goiá &amp;amp; Almir), música caipira, muito bonita por sinal, que fala do interior, cujo destaque dei para o trecho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;"E a gentileza daquele povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Que a todos dispensa o mesmo calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu gosto da vida também da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;E sei que existe a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas deve ser filha do interior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Alguém discorda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Bjus a todos!!!&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/4131269494236536791-3982370359006358144?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3982370359006358144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=3982370359006358144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3982370359006358144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/3982370359006358144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/na-cidade-grande.html' title='Na cidade grande'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lFdvqHZgI/AAAAAAAAACc/7GyH_Hk7kZ8/s72-c/belo-horizonte-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-606536916552204055</id><published>2007-11-18T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:54:06.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de massa de pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCD_qHZdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2aTgnlgpuWU/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141213086015251922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCD_qHZdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2aTgnlgpuWU/s200/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;MASSA DE PIZZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Em uma bacia dissolva:&lt;br /&gt;2 tabletes de fermento,&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de farinha de trigo&lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) açúcar&lt;br /&gt;1 copo de leite morno&lt;br /&gt;Deixe crescer até formar bolhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda parte:&lt;br /&gt;1 kg de farinha de trigo&lt;br /&gt;3 ovos inteiros&lt;br /&gt;1 copo americano de óleo, até no risco&lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) rasa de sal&lt;br /&gt;½ colher margarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata no liquidificador:&lt;br /&gt;1 cebola média c/ 1 copo de leite morno&lt;br /&gt;Misture tudo com uma colher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vai sovando com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;Divida em 8 bolas, deixe crescer até que dobre o volume.&lt;br /&gt;Colocar as bolas em sacos plásticos separados p/ guardar no freezer.&lt;br /&gt;Para usar descongelar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-606536916552204055?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/606536916552204055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=606536916552204055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/606536916552204055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/606536916552204055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/receita-de-massa-de-pizza.html' title='Receita de massa de pizza'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCD_qHZdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2aTgnlgpuWU/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-5537123227648010621</id><published>2007-11-15T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:44:10.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres maçãs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1k_6_qHZcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pf1eyTZnt0o/s1600-h/ma%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141210732373173698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1k_6_qHZcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pf1eyTZnt0o/s200/ma%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1k_DvqHZbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yxxL39dVYV4/s1600-h/ma%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu recebi esse texto por e-mail, me identifiquei tanto com ele, que ele se tornou como uma oração pra mim, daquelas que você deve ler todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Atenção mulheres-maçãs-do-topo: leiam, colem em cima de suas camas, ou na geladeira (vocês nem vão sentir fome mais... rsrs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vale a pena meeeeeeesmo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bjus, up apple Mirinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Já dizia Machado de Assis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Mulheres são como maçãs em árvores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As melhores estão no topo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Os homens não querem alcançar essas boas, porque eles têm medo de cair e se machucar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Preferem pegar as maçãs podres que estão no chão, que não são boas como as do topo, mas são fáceis de se conseguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Assim, as maçãs no topo pensam que algo está errado com elas, quando na verdade, eles estão errados, porque não aprenderam a conquistá-las. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Essas mulheres especiais têm que esperar um pouco para o homem certo chegar, aquele que é valente o bastante para escalar até o topo da arvore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Compartilhe isto com outras maçãs BOAS (mesmo as que já foram colhidas) para que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- as que já foram colhidas fiquem felizes por saber que seu apanhador é valente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- as que ainda não foram colhidas saibam que é melhor esperar por um apanhador corajoso que se jogar no chão para ser alcançada apressadamente por apanhadores fracos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Compartilhe também com os apanhadores (mesmo aqueles que já fizeram sua colheita) para que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- aqueles que já colheram a maçã podre, aprendam e, se ainda houver tempo, troque de fruta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- aqueles que já colheram a maçã do topo, valorizem-na a cada dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- aqueles que ainda não colheram sua maçã sejam alertados a buscar a melhor fruta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"As Melhores Mulheres Pertencem Aos Homens Mais Atrevidos." (Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-5537123227648010621?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5537123227648010621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=5537123227648010621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5537123227648010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/5537123227648010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-recebi-esse-texto-por-e-mail-me.html' title='Mulheres maçãs...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1k_6_qHZcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pf1eyTZnt0o/s72-c/ma%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131269494236536791.post-137524457177317409</id><published>2007-11-13T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:57:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E no balanço das horas tudo pode mudar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCtPqHZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/lrw9JfTW9wc/s1600-h/metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141213794684855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCtPqHZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/lrw9JfTW9wc/s200/metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/RzpdZBAJQpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4oaPJbJOhP0/s1600-h/metro.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;1.Mensagem De Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;2.Achei bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;3.Que Nega É Essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;4.Coração Vagabundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;5.Aquarela Do Brasil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;6.Johnny Love&lt;br /&gt;7.Resemblances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;8.Missing You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;9.Rapaz Da Moda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;10.Everyone Is Wrong But Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;11. Beat Acelerado&lt;br /&gt;12. Sândalo De Dândi&lt;br /&gt;13.Leva Meu Samba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;14.Silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;15. Deja Vu&lt;br /&gt;16.Coração Vagabundo (Remix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;17.Beat Acelerado (Remix)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;18. Achei bonito (Remix)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;19. Deja Vu (Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Download:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/1914267"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.badongo.com/file/1914267&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Estava com essa música na cabeça, e passeando pela net, resolvi procurar pelos sucessos da banda Metrô. Achei, então, esse cd que foi gravado em 2002 pelos antigos componentes da banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele se chama Déjá vu. Nele contém sucessos antigos da própria banda, de outras e até músicas novas de outros compositores. Infelizmente, nele não contém a música No Balanço, mas é uma ótima pedida nostálgica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também descobri que todos os integrantes da banda são de origem francesa. Coincidência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito legal... Bjus a todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os apreciadores e também aos que quiserem saber mais sobre a banda, esse site é bem legal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/metro_br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/metro_br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131269494236536791-137524457177317409?l=armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/feeds/137524457177317409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131269494236536791&amp;postID=137524457177317409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/137524457177317409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131269494236536791/posts/default/137524457177317409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armazemdamirinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-no-balano-das-horas-tudo-pode-mudar.html' title='E no balanço das horas tudo pode mudar...'/><author><name>Mirinha!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528345119173199328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQYZztsXLoA/TnX9RgRAjcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b2A-1gWFoK8/s220/110512-144713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3vcBNah-4A/R1lCtPqHZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/lrw9JfTW9wc/s72-c/metro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
