<?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-7836020820164611303</id><updated>2011-09-12T14:51:02.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cláudia Cavalcante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1882495238950939440</id><published>2011-08-18T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:11:11.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iguais nas diferenças :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1CGfQ3dfP0/Tk1iZAoEHkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xI1v0Tkrunw/s1600/265120_170489759683411_100001671652689_401483_1663025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1CGfQ3dfP0/Tk1iZAoEHkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xI1v0Tkrunw/s200/265120_170489759683411_100001671652689_401483_1663025_n.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa semana que passou houve um congresso na minha igreja. "&lt;b&gt;Vire do avesso&lt;/b&gt;" foi o tema. O que quer dizer? Bem, apesar de achar o nome bem auto explicativo, vamos lá!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amados, vocês podem ser altos, baixos, magros, gordos, brancos, negros, vermelhos ou verdes. Podem ter cabelos lisos ou crespos, olhos claros ou não. Enfim. O que &lt;i&gt;pega &lt;/i&gt;(e realmente interessa) é quem você é por dentro. Parece um clichê, não é? Mas é a realidade. Pense comigo! Quantas pessoas lindas vocês conhecem, que parecem podres por dentro? Hum. Vá pra frente de um espelho, preste bem atenção naquilo em que você se acha melhor que os outros (fisicamente falando), agora se imagine sendo todinho virado do avesso e me diz, o que te faz melhor que alguém? Seus músculos? Órgãos?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vocês me entendem? Claro que entendem. O que eu quero saber é, vocês conseguem enxergar a importância do respeito entre as pessoas e suas diferenças? Jesus não faz acepção de pessoas, meus lindos. Todos nós erramos, somos falhos, temos defeitos, mas só o amor nos faz amar uns aos outros sem olhar os &lt;i&gt;poréns&lt;/i&gt;. Eu terminei de ler Comer, Rezar, Amar e, como sempre, anotei trechos e frases que eu acho interessantes. Um deles diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Em alguns momentos, porém, é preciso se contentar com aquilo que se recebeu e, se Deus quisesse que eu fosse uma moça tímida de cabelos grossos e escuros, Ele teria me criado assim, mas não criou. Talvez, então, seja útil aceitar como fui criada e assumir plenamente a mim mesma desse jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conseguem agora ver que cada um foi feito de um jeito, e é exatamente por isso que cada um é de uma importância inexplicável na terra?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu to digitando e imaginando a cara de vocês espantados, me chamando de louca, mas não tem problema. Eu perdoo vocês! Muahaha! To brincando! Eu só quis falar disso, porque eu acho importante que as pessoas parem de sentar na própria almofadinha e de apontar para os outros. TODOS diferentes, falhos, pecadores.. HUMANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos aos "Ps's"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sabia que as pessoas liam, realmente, esse blog. Eu atualizava aqui quando queria viajar nas minhas ideias. Agora que sei que pelo menos 5 pessoas passam aqui, vou procurar atualizar mais e com mais calma, já que agora me encontro totalmente atrasada para a faculdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijo &lt;b&gt;riquezinhas&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1882495238950939440?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1882495238950939440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1882495238950939440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1882495238950939440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1882495238950939440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2011/08/iguais-nas-diferencas.html' title='Iguais nas diferenças :)'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1CGfQ3dfP0/Tk1iZAoEHkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xI1v0Tkrunw/s72-c/265120_170489759683411_100001671652689_401483_1663025_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1628421619100125103</id><published>2011-03-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:40:58.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if you have the same dreams too ♪</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ta nublado, ta chovendo, ta um frio gostosinho, e tem gente que ainda reclama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu, se pudesse, estaria na Europa. Itália, Paris, Portugal.. Convenhamos, é romântico até pra quem vai sozinho!&amp;nbsp;Mas como eu não estou com vontade alguma de falar de romance, mudemos o rumo da conversa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;São vontades e gostos que eu, juro pra vocês, não sei descrever ou explicar. É sonhar estar bem longe do que me incomoda e entristece, em um lugar bem frio, com uma música lenta baixinha numa sala com luz ambiente, sentadinha no tapete perto da lareira, com uma canequinha de chá (Ou café mesmo!). É me interessar por história e visitar museus, é me encantar com quadros antigos, simples e que ao mesmo tempo me encantam. É sair (ainda nesse lugar longe e frio) de manhã pra tomar café e retribuir o sorriso de um senhorzinho simpático que passa por mim no caminho. É passar a tarde em um parque que, por mais que eu nunca tenha ido, me traz uma certa nostalgia. É voltar pra casa e ter um ramalhete de flores na minha porta, com um cartão sem a assinatura do remetente (E pra que querer saber quem deixou ali, se eu não estou interessada em romance nesse momento?). É colocar a velha e boa música pra tocar de novo, pegar uma taça de vinho, e não demorar muito pra ouvir o som do sax de um senhor que está tocando ali, perto daquele barzinho com alguns boêmios risonhos. É ter a sensação de estar com saudade de casa e dos amigos, mas não tem um pingo de vontade de voltar. Não agora. É quase ter a certeza de que o dia seguinte vai ser muito parecido, mas não me importar nem um pouco com isso. É olhar um casal apaixonado e pensar "Por que não?", mas esquecer imediatamente esta possibilidade de estragar o que está quase perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É, não é metade da metade do que eu pretendo um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBS.:&lt;/b&gt; Dou uma bifa em quem aproveitar alguma parte do meu texto, e não me der créditos. E tenho dito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1628421619100125103?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1628421619100125103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1628421619100125103' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1628421619100125103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1628421619100125103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wonder-if-you-have-same-dreams-too.html' title='I wonder if you have the same dreams too ♪'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1734294837909080037</id><published>2011-01-15T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:16:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconhecido favorito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quem gosta de música, com certeza, já perdeu (ou ganhou) um tempo no youtube assistindo clipes de cantores/bandas com músicas, até então, desconhecidas pela maioria, &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;, gostou. Então, resolvi postar algumas aqui, o que é difícil, já que tenho ciúme musical haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;1- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKpQRjj_WbU"&gt;Billy Currington&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;2-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbJruWd6bmU"&gt;Ronan Keating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSN9SrfGMkU"&gt;Brad Paisley&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Linda, muito linda!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E chega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1734294837909080037?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1734294837909080037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1734294837909080037' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1734294837909080037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1734294837909080037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2011/01/desconhecido-favorito.html' title='Desconhecido favorito'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1834942974831047579</id><published>2010-12-16T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T05:05:22.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que pra minha pessoa é o máximo. Já que amo Michael e Akon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oCCnxBos10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oCCnxBos10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1834942974831047579?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1834942974831047579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1834942974831047579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1834942974831047579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1834942974831047579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold My Hand ♪'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-3328755549617787785</id><published>2010-12-13T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:03:42.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não pode morrer sem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TEKPEP7Sd-I/AAAAAAAAARY/7r1B0XyqIRw/s1600/72665149q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TEKPEP7Sd-I/AAAAAAAAARY/7r1B0XyqIRw/s320/72665149q.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;sendo a pessoa que você é . De cabelos lisos ou cacheados. Com maquiagem ou com o rosto ao natural. Vestindo roupa de grife ou com uma calça jeans e uma camiseta básica. Você se torna atraente por aquilo que seu olhar transmite, pelo que seu corpo revela, pelo que seus lábios dizem, ou seja, por sua &lt;strong&gt;essência&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-4417506478843238352?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/4417506478843238352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=4417506478843238352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4417506478843238352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4417506478843238352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-se-torna-mais-atraente.html' title='Você se torna mais atraente..'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TEKPEP7Sd-I/AAAAAAAAARY/7r1B0XyqIRw/s72-c/72665149q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1784213797586154576</id><published>2010-06-17T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:13:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>­</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TBotdHUxnMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HYYioUPteVs/s1600/odonodomundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TBotdHUxnMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HYYioUPteVs/s400/odonodomundo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1784213797586154576?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1784213797586154576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1784213797586154576' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1784213797586154576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1784213797586154576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_17.html' title='­'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/TBotdHUxnMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HYYioUPteVs/s72-c/odonodomundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-5055111384159164914</id><published>2010-06-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:53:36.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>­</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2lEfgVuMn0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2lEfgVuMn0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-5055111384159164914?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/5055111384159164914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=5055111384159164914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5055111384159164914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5055111384159164914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='­'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-3844670779112747489</id><published>2010-05-19T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:34:48.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O menestrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&amp;nbsp;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e que presentes não são promessas. Começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois de um tempo, você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo. E aprende que, não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importa. E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Descobre que se leva anos para construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la. E que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer, mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que não temos de mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso, sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas. Pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas para onde está indo. Mas, se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer caminho serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos, ou eles o controlarão.&amp;nbsp;E que ser flexível não significa ser fraco, ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem, pelo menos, dois lados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as consequências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai, é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas, do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens. Poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que quando está com raiva, tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama com tudo o que pode. Pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Algumas vezes você tem de aprender a perdoar a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar. Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, em vez de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar, que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida! Nossas dúvidas são traidoras, e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-3844670779112747489?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/3844670779112747489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=3844670779112747489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3844670779112747489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3844670779112747489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-menestrel.html' title='O menestrel'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-8259734485335529220</id><published>2010-04-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:25:39.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S9h9jx78YgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zCcOQKCh7dg/s1600/10_COI~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S9h9jx78YgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zCcOQKCh7dg/s1600/10_COI~1.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu odeio suas enormes botas de combate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E como consegue ler minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu odeio tanto isso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que ate me sinto doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu odeio como está sempre certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E odeio quando você mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu odeio quando me faz rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito mais quando você me faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu odeio quando não está por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E o fato de você não me ligar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu odeio principalmente não consigo te odiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem mesmo por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem mesmo só por te odiar&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/7836020820164611303-8259734485335529220?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/8259734485335529220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=8259734485335529220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8259734485335529220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8259734485335529220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S9h9jx78YgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zCcOQKCh7dg/s72-c/10_COI~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-3005174353101085107</id><published>2010-04-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:26:45.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena ler/ouvir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S827wh_J3EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Iw2-Em0TuT8/s1600/crime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S827wh_J3EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Iw2-Em0TuT8/s320/crime.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gemidos numa noite de domingo, madrugada. Lágrimas em gotas, em pingos são enxugadas. Vozes soadas com gritos em doses meio falhadas, abraços em amigos que trazem uma palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembranças já vêm da pequena criança que nem tinha maldade na mente. Dependente da mãe, que era crente no pai, era apenas um garoto inocente. Lembranças da criança em seu colo balançando, quando triste, ainda com fome, em seu colo só que chorando. Sua mãe lembra da sua formatura do prézinho, um bom menino, o aniversário de cinco aninhos. E pra comemorar o aniversário, tinha uma &lt;strong&gt;pá de criança&lt;/strong&gt; em volta de um bolo feito de fubá. Com seu pai desempregado não tinha dinheiro nem pra mistura, sua mãe sem poder dar um presente, sentia culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Sabe quanto eu lutei pra fazer você feliz? Eu te eduquei, não tinha dinheiro, mas te ensinei. A minha parte eu sei que eu fiz!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maiorzinho ele estava, da sua idade, o mais ligeiro. &lt;strong&gt;Cabulava aula&lt;/strong&gt; pra empinar pipa o dia inteiro. Era novo, mais se ligava no movimento, de pouco em pouco lhe falavam que ele tinha &lt;strong&gt;mó&lt;/strong&gt; talento. Um dia ele viu um maluco com um boot muito louco, pediu um igual pra mãe e tomou croqui no côco. Não entendeu porque o&amp;nbsp;outro podia ter e ele não. Estava cansado daquela miséria, de toda aquela situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com 13 anos de idade recebeu um bom presente&amp;nbsp;da malandragem de onde morava, ficou contente. Uma proposta, cem reais pra levar mercadoria. Era fácil, é só entregar, e depois só alegria. Chegou esse garoto em sua casa esse dia, com mistura, sacolas de danone, a reveria. Surpresa, sua mãe quando abriu a geladeira deu sermão em seu filho com seu marido a noite inteira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Da onde você arrumou? Que mercado cê roubou? Nunca te ensinamos isso!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mãe não roubei! Esse dinheiro eu conquistei, ganhei com o esforço de meu serviço, é isso!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Você nem trabalha menino! Quem te deu serviço assim, tão novo, tão cedo? E mesmo assim, isso é estranho pra mim, por que&amp;nbsp;é que&amp;nbsp;tem muito dinheiro?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foi sermão a noite inteira, mas pra ele valeu a pena. Foi diferente de outros dias, dormiu de barriga cheia. Acordou cedo e disposto sem medo para o trabalho, entregaram uma arma na mão desse frangalho. Disseram que ele teria que cobrar uma dívida de um &lt;strong&gt;nóia&lt;/strong&gt; que se&lt;strong&gt; pá&lt;/strong&gt; ele teria que matar. Gelou, falou, pros malucos &lt;strong&gt;"aí num dá!"&lt;/strong&gt;. 'Os maluco disse' &lt;em&gt;"ta na chuva é pra se molhar! Quer coragem? Tó, cheira dessa carreira, que com isso aqui cê vai ter coragem pra matar a noite inteira."&lt;/em&gt; E assim foi se tornando o mais psico da quebrada. Matava sem dor e sem dó, ossos do ofício, só pelo pó. A cocaína lhe fazia mais homem nessa sangria, um dia ele matou um homem com quinze tiros e ainda ria. Sua mãe, sua amiga de corrida a vida inteira, já previa e sentia o que no futuro aconteceria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E certo dia&amp;nbsp;um jovem que era &lt;strong&gt;tirado&lt;/strong&gt; pela maioria, só por que dizia que era crente e Jesus em sua vida sentia, parou esse garoto e disse pra ele mudar de vida,&amp;nbsp;que aquela era sua chance, que Jesus o ajudaria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem deixou o crente terminar, já saiu socando, dando &lt;strong&gt;coronhada&lt;/strong&gt; na cara e na nuca do fulano. Gritando, &lt;em&gt;"Ta tirando, que mudar de vida?! Ta tirando, quer que eu volte a passar fome? Eu sou malandro! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele se achava mais homem que qualquer um, uns diziam que tinha jurado um tal de Mussum. E&amp;nbsp;na noite passada sua mãe ouviu uma&lt;strong&gt; pá&lt;/strong&gt; de tiro, saiu lá pra fora e viu o tal Mussum matar seu filho. Saiu correndo e disse: &lt;em&gt;"Deus, cê sabe que eu fiz de tudo, mas ele não me ouviu e preferiu esse outro mundo."&lt;/em&gt; No velório o pai e mãe chorando, poucas palavras, conversavam com o corpo do filho morto naquela sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sabe quanto eu lutei pra fazer você feliz? Eu te eduquei, não tinha dinheiro, mas te ensinei. A minha parte eu sei que eu fiz!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por ter cessado sua existência terrena, entregaremos seu corpo a terra. Terra a terra, cinza a cinza, pó ao pó. O espírito, nós o deixamos nas mãos de Deus. Esse é o ponto final de uma vida. No sepulcro não há obras, nem conhecimento, nem sabedoria.&amp;nbsp;E&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;ele &lt;strong&gt;todos nós&lt;/strong&gt; iremos cedo ou tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Confiemos naquele que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida. Aquele que crê em Mim, ainda que esteja morto, viverá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-3005174353101085107?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/3005174353101085107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=3005174353101085107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3005174353101085107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3005174353101085107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/04/vale-pena-lerouvir.html' title='Vale a pena ler/ouvir.'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S827wh_J3EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Iw2-Em0TuT8/s72-c/crime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-5541832811932836191</id><published>2010-04-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:13:24.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conselhos de um Velho Apaixonado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S8AIf5khqjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/O-7joYIg7xk/s1600/AB269363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S8AIf5khqjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/O-7joYIg7xk/s320/AB269363.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda, mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos emaranhados ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;­ &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-5541832811932836191?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/5541832811932836191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=5541832811932836191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5541832811932836191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5541832811932836191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/04/conselhos-de-um-velho-apaixonado.html' title='Conselhos de um Velho Apaixonado.'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S8AIf5khqjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/O-7joYIg7xk/s72-c/AB269363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-8962624980762930497</id><published>2010-03-30T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:40:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMBA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S7LEDUhZ48I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4iex-09YYi4/s1600/obg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S7LEDUhZ48I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4iex-09YYi4/s400/obg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-8962624980762930497?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/8962624980762930497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=8962624980762930497' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8962624980762930497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8962624980762930497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/03/pimba.html' title='PIMBA!'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S7LEDUhZ48I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4iex-09YYi4/s72-c/obg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-5367291019730505933</id><published>2010-03-16T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:54:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5_TP36oP-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/jBgjqf7SMhs/s1600-h/91070158rr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5_TP36oP-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/jBgjqf7SMhs/s400/91070158rr.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carregue-a e finja que você vai jogá-la na piscina. Ela vai gritar e te bater, mas secretamente ela vai amar. Segure sua mão enquanto você conversa, segure sua mão enquanto você dirige, apenas segure sua mão. Diga que ela está linda, olhe em seus olhos enquanto você fala com ela. A proteja. Conte piadas idiotas para ela. Faça cócegas nela, mesmo que ela te mande parar, quando ela começar a te xingar, &lt;strong&gt;diga que a ama&lt;/strong&gt;. Deixe-a adormecer em seus braços. Deixe-a brava, em seguida, beije-a. Provoque-a e&amp;nbsp;deixe-a te provocar de volta. Beije-a na bochecha, beije-a na testa, apenas beije-a. Deixe-a vestir suas roupas, deixe-a brincar com você, deixe-a se fazer de difícil, entre no jogo dela. Vá devagar, não force nada. Quando você olhar no fundo dos olhos dela, quando seu coração acelerar e as pernas tremerem, perceba: você &lt;strong&gt;AMA&lt;/strong&gt; essa mulher! Faça TUDO para que seus dias sejam os mais perfeitos possíveis, e não a decepcione &lt;strong&gt;NUNCA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-5367291019730505933?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/5367291019730505933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=5367291019730505933' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5367291019730505933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5367291019730505933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-finja-que-voce-vai-joga-la-na-piscina.html' title='*-*'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5_TP36oP-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/jBgjqf7SMhs/s72-c/91070158rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-3736384186317236130</id><published>2010-03-08T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:28:28.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonito é quem nos faz bem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5W-dhq2WxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OfcWBD8mODk/s1600-h/92262988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5W-dhq2WxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OfcWBD8mODk/s320/92262988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nada no mundo é bonito ou feio, somos nós que revestimos de beleza as coisas que julgamos belas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A beleza está nos olhos de quem vê e no coração de quem sente. É tudo uma questão de percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não dê idéia aqueles que só pensam no superficial, pense naquilo que te faz feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vamos combinar que, as vezes, de supetão, beleza parece ser fundamental. E sim, a conteúdo é o que importa, mas a capa enfeita, né? Mas eu conheço tantas pessoas que julguei feias e depois que conheci passei a admirar. A achar simpatia e carisma tão grandes, que a pessoa por fim, não era mais feia, não pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Assim, concluo que, realmente, &lt;strong&gt;bonito é quem nos faz bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-3736384186317236130?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/3736384186317236130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=3736384186317236130' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3736384186317236130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/3736384186317236130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/03/bonito-e-quem-nos-faz-bem.html' title='Bonito é quem nos faz bem!'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S5W-dhq2WxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OfcWBD8mODk/s72-c/92262988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-9179287267606804558</id><published>2010-02-22T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:46:58.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Claudinha é morena, tem cabelo comprido. Tem um rosto lindo, quando ela da risada faz uma covinha na bochecha. E nunca me esnobou. Nunca mesmo. E nem é japonesa. É brasileira, é meio italiana, sei lá. É linda, linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ­ (&lt;/strong&gt;Marcia Kupstas. Crescer é perigoso, 1986.&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei porque motivo me agradou esse trecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-9179287267606804558?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/9179287267606804558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=9179287267606804558' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/9179287267606804558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/9179287267606804558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-morena-tem-cabelo-comprido.html' title='Me gusta.'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-620411484464948337</id><published>2010-02-13T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:17:09.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quanto mais velho, melhor o vinho. Certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vintage, ou retrô, como queira, é o que há minha gente. Se não há pra você, há pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talvez por achar que o mais velho é&amp;nbsp;menos vulgar, ou por gosto, não interessa! Músicas antigas, gírias antigas, desenhos antigos, doces (ou qualquer besteira em geral)&amp;nbsp;antigos, tudo isso me agrada apesar de não ver, encontrar mais deles por aí. Pelo amor de Cristo, quem nunca viu &lt;strong&gt;'A caverna do dragão'&lt;/strong&gt; ? Quem não lembra de&lt;strong&gt; grapette&lt;/strong&gt;, ou&lt;strong&gt; Sukita&lt;/strong&gt;? Quem não lembra dos &lt;strong&gt;chicletinhos coloridos&lt;/strong&gt;, que vinham numa embalagem de plastico com um bocão desenhado? Quem nunca ouviu, pelo menos uma vez,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Extreme&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Peter Cetera&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Richard Marx&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Ice&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Spandau Ballet&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Housemartins&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;4 Non Blondes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Claudinho e Buchecha&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Menudo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dominó&lt;/strong&gt;, aaaah enfim!&amp;nbsp;haha quem não lembra de &lt;strong&gt;Punk, a levada da breca&lt;/strong&gt;, ou &lt;strong&gt;Blossom&lt;/strong&gt;, fato gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É, pode ser nostalgia, pois que seja! Mas no meu caso, acho que é questão do gosto, e como diria a &lt;strong&gt;Miiiiirna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Não é pra me &lt;strong&gt;gambar&lt;/strong&gt; não&lt;/em&gt;, mas bom gosto rs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E, não é por isso que eu vou parecer uma velha haha não mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S3dOg4FIB_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/q5SbBXdNc7E/s1600-h/desenhos-animados_doug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S3dOg4FIB_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/q5SbBXdNc7E/s200/desenhos-animados_doug.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S3dOjOC9hvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XjmgTWWeYVI/s1600-h/caverna_do_dragao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beeijo&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-620411484464948337?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/620411484464948337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=620411484464948337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/620411484464948337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/620411484464948337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/02/vintage.html' title='Vintage'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/S3dOg4FIB_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/q5SbBXdNc7E/s72-c/desenhos-animados_doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7486668926501317916</id><published>2010-02-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:12:18.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpYeekQkAdc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpYeekQkAdc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-7486668926501317916?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7486668926501317916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7486668926501317916' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7486668926501317916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7486668926501317916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/02/where.html' title='Where?'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-2521624193768946442</id><published>2010-01-22T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:01:09.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My God Have Katlen, I am, You are, This is Good! (não tente entender a frase, é loucura de família.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To com saudade da minha turma da escola (3001), saudade da Ecologia (onde minha vó morava), saudade da minha cachorra que morreu, saudade das minhas amigas, saudade das minhas priminhas levadinhas, saudade de pessoas que não vejo faz tempo, enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A saudade é de fato a dor mais triste desse mundo. Dói no coração pacato, no coração vagabundo ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beeijos :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-2521624193768946442?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/2521624193768946442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=2521624193768946442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2521624193768946442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2521624193768946442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss.html' title='miss..'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7814424829875902117</id><published>2010-01-04T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:33:28.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ultimamente eu tenho ouvido Maurício Manieri, olhado para as folhas do topo das árvores, ficado minutos, parada, observando o peixe dentro do aquário, tenho visto a cara de um gato (animal) na lua, tido curiosidade no líquido da placenta, tenho sido, praticamente, devorada por mosquitos, tomado muito refrigerante, tenho tido, não raiva, mas pena de certas pessoas, enfim. Essas são minhas férias,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; por enquanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Em breve eu conto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beeijo neighbors :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-7814424829875902117?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7814424829875902117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7814424829875902117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7814424829875902117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7814424829875902117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2010/01/ultimamente-eu-tenho-ouvido-mauricio.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1673593137814411021</id><published>2009-12-27T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:35:58.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano novo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;é isso ae minha gente :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20new%20year/secretofthesands/holidays/happy_new_year.gif?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh144/secretofthesands/holidays/happy_new_year.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1673593137814411021?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1673593137814411021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1673593137814411021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1673593137814411021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1673593137814411021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz ano novo !'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh144/secretofthesands/holidays/th_happy_new_year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1886584410061767971</id><published>2009-12-20T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:50:27.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai, como eu gosto do natal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sy7hR-PibhI/AAAAAAAAANU/luCzchIVgD0/s1600-h/86283882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sy7hR-PibhI/AAAAAAAAANU/luCzchIVgD0/s400/86283882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Um clima de sonho se espalha no ar, pessoas se olham com brilho no olhar. A gente já sente chegando o Natal,&amp;nbsp;é tempo de amor, todo mundo é igual. Os velhos amigos irão se abraçar, os desconhecidos irão se falar,&amp;nbsp;e quem for criança vai olhar pro céu fazendo pedido pro velho Noel. Se a gente é capaz de espalhar alegria, se a gente é capaz de toda essa magia, eu tenho certeza que a gente podia fazer com que fosse Natal todo dia! Um jeito mais manso de ser e falar, mais calma, mais tempo pra gente se dar. Me diz porque só no Natal é assim? Que bom se ele nunca tivesse mais fim! Que o Natal comece no seu coração, que seja pra todos, sem ter distinção. Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;, um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;abraço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;, o que for,&amp;nbsp;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;melhor presente é sempre o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Feliz Natal pra todo mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1886584410061767971?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1886584410061767971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1886584410061767971' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1886584410061767971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1886584410061767971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/12/ai-como-eu-gosto-do-natal.html' title='ai, como eu gosto do natal !'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sy7hR-PibhI/AAAAAAAAANU/luCzchIVgD0/s72-c/86283882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-2849468619127413029</id><published>2009-12-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:36:28.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;É, agora acabou mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É bom por um lado, porque ninguém aguenta mais escola, acordar cedo, fórmula de báscara, isômero, enfim; e ruim por outro lado porque ja estamos acostumados uns com os outros.&amp;nbsp;É a saudade que ja vai batendo, entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente não fez&amp;nbsp;a despedida&amp;nbsp;combinada (&lt;strong&gt;hoje&lt;/strong&gt;), mas demos um giro &lt;strong&gt;rs&lt;/strong&gt; e a gente fez um videozinho, que claro, falta muita gente nele. Maaas, logo mais eu posto fotos ou vídeos da tal despedida combinada que não saiu hoje, mas vai sair semana que vem &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5I0qgddoyvU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5I0qgddoyvU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;TEM QUE FICAR JUNTO, NÃO PODE SEPARAR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-2849468619127413029?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/2849468619127413029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=2849468619127413029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2849468619127413029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2849468619127413029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/12/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-592179158251919404</id><published>2009-11-23T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:36:55.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É, uma semana pra acabar a escola e agora que nossa ficha ta caindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muito dificil&amp;nbsp;nos&amp;nbsp;vermos depois&amp;nbsp;com tanta frequencia. Responsabilidades (ou não), compromissos (ou não), enfim. Não vai dar mesmo! Pode ser que marquemos alguma coisa depois de um tempo, mas sabe aquela historia "vamos marcar? vamos! vamo mesmo!" e o econtro nunca acontece? rs É isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje até rolou uns assuntinhos sobre isso lá. Uns dizendo que não iriam sentir falta da escola. Da escola quem vai? Vamos sentir mesmo falta dos colegas e amigos que convivem com a gente toda manhã, como disse a Priscila, nossa segunda família; Não tem como não ser. E o mais legal ali na 3001, é que a ocorrência de brigas entre si é "hiper mínima", todo mundo fala com todo mundo, ou melhor dizendo, tem um ou dois autistas que as vezes até fingem que falam no celular. haha (desculpa, não me contive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já marcamos umas coisinhas pra fazer pra despedida. De qualquer forma eu venho aqui postar sobre. Nem que seja pra 4 ou 5 pessoas ficarem sabendo rs, mas a maior intenção é ter a lembrança dos detalhes.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu percebo os mínimos detalhes, coisas simples trazem a felicidade&amp;nbsp;♪ " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beeijo neighbors :&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-592179158251919404?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/592179158251919404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=592179158251919404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/592179158251919404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/592179158251919404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-end.html' title='Beginning of the end'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7048893068183070074</id><published>2009-11-19T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:37:12.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTxo1CkMwBI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTxo1CkMwBI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que voz é essa gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Passeando pelo youtube, encontrei o Josh e me apaixonei por ele, pela voz e pelas musicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Neighbors :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-7048893068183070074?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7048893068183070074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7048893068183070074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7048893068183070074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7048893068183070074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-voz-e-essa-gente-passeando-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-342443165797341572</id><published>2009-11-07T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:37:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantarei de coração ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;­ ­&amp;nbsp;­ &amp;nbsp;Vasco da gama! Vasco da gama! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SvXY5UNjneI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pkhUDp1NveE/s1600-h/OQAAAE_pIwq1H2DJarMeNCxdSE9fwiZ8u94Kvm6AjVoBLgXE3_kwF3X6c3j3kFT5ZNwuiGZaKIbz-qrWPyUL7_nGrM0Am1T1UCGCn4i14KjsGH3pRw2EmwjEYVGf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SvXY5UNjneI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pkhUDp1NveE/s320/OQAAAE_pIwq1H2DJarMeNCxdSE9fwiZ8u94Kvm6AjVoBLgXE3_kwF3X6c3j3kFT5ZNwuiGZaKIbz-qrWPyUL7_nGrM0Am1T1UCGCn4i14KjsGH3pRw2EmwjEYVGf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra constar ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-342443165797341572?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/342443165797341572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=342443165797341572' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/342443165797341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/342443165797341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/11/cantarei-de-coracao.html' title='Cantarei de coração ..'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SvXY5UNjneI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pkhUDp1NveE/s72-c/OQAAAE_pIwq1H2DJarMeNCxdSE9fwiZ8u94Kvm6AjVoBLgXE3_kwF3X6c3j3kFT5ZNwuiGZaKIbz-qrWPyUL7_nGrM0Am1T1UCGCn4i14KjsGH3pRw2EmwjEYVGf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-5645614445989096952</id><published>2009-10-30T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:38:43.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tenho ouvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já que a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://joziiane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jozi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;deu idéia (e eu gostei), vou colocar aqui as musicas que tenho ouvido ultimamente, o que não significa que são musicas atuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316718"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGkbuptJo2I"&gt;Imbranato&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/ Tiziano Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24J2iTn7g3k"&gt; Why Don't We Just Dance&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/ Josh Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316726"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7Sy-Ywb6XY"&gt;Weekend&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/ Blitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316730"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYnYtT88mCI"&gt;Você não soube me amar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/ Blitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316734"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HpbhFkplvI"&gt;I Turn To You&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;/ Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316738"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cgPasMfdcc"&gt;Elle me controle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; / Matt Pokora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1256939316742"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okYJCpmq7PE"&gt;One Less Lonely Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; / Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ftl_GwX95c"&gt;Wonderful Christmas Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; / Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aaa, acho que é isso! &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-5645614445989096952?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/5645614445989096952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=5645614445989096952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5645614445989096952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5645614445989096952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas-que-tenho-ouvido.html' title='Músicas que tenho ouvido'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1525996619925548356</id><published>2009-10-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:39:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PESSOAL DO BLOOOOG :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;OLÁ PESSOAL DO BLOOOOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(né Amanda?) OASUOAIUSIOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aaa gente, é tanta preguiça, tanto sono que é muuito difícil eu vir aqui sempre !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acordando cedão (horário de verão ta matando), estudando muito (final do ano aí né), chego em casa apago rs e se Deus me der paciência de Jó, eu venho pra internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então, vou só mandar uns salves haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salve&lt;/strong&gt; pra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;gamadinha no bochechão&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Priscila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;i daí?&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Ben 10&lt;/em&gt;) e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;dono da nova pizzaria rs, que por sinal vai deixar a gente comer de graça&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então, é só isso. Não chorem, eu volto logo! OAISUAOIUSOI (calma, mentira, to brincando!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1525996619925548356?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1525996619925548356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1525996619925548356' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1525996619925548356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1525996619925548356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/pessoal-do-bloooog-p.html' title='PESSOAL DO BLOOOOG :p'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7578177466444129083</id><published>2009-10-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:40:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA GERAÇÃO ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StZhhL5MYqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w7Zs6F54omc/s1600-h/sb10068738h-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StZhhL5MYqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w7Zs6F54omc/s320/sb10068738h-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esta é a geração de João Batista, que clama para que o povo se arrependa. Geração disposta a morrer por JESUS, pois, na verdade, já morreram a muito tempo com Ele, na cruz. Geração que não tem a sua vida por preciosa, mas o evangelho por precioso. Que sente o luto por jovens perdidos na cocaína, no álcool, nas esquinas de prostituição e nos programas que compram a escravidão de seus corpos. Geração que clama contra o adultério e o divórcio, que levanta a bandeira da&amp;nbsp;santidade de maneira insana e desesperada, que gasta sua juventude pelas estradas do Brasil e do mundo, até a cidade mais distante, para ganhar os que estão perdidos em suas dores e lastimas interiores, no abandono de seus sentimentos suicídas. Geração que nada tem, mas tem tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a minha geração&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DVD Apenas um Toque - Fernanda Brum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-7578177466444129083?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7578177466444129083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7578177466444129083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7578177466444129083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7578177466444129083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-geracao-de-joao-batista-que-clama.html' title='MINHA GERAÇÃO ♥'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StZhhL5MYqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w7Zs6F54omc/s72-c/sb10068738h-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-8132950568131469630</id><published>2009-10-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:40:12.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons tempos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StUry8iVOcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ah7KIzWhUhY/s1600-h/73031171h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StUry8iVOcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ah7KIzWhUhY/s320/73031171h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os tempos bons são presentes de Deus, certo? Se apaixonar por alguém é muito bom, certo? Ser correspondido é ainda melhor, certo? Viver seus dias com quem ama é muito bom, certo? Maravilha é andar e poder respirar. Maravilha é conhecer lugares que você achou que nunca iria nem pisar, ver acontecer coisas que você imaginou que nunca iriam se realizar. Seu filho se formar, sua filha se casar,&amp;nbsp;a cura da doença, a escritura da sua casa, o primeiro beijo, a primeira namorada, as festas da família, a fogueira e a quadrilha dos tempos da escola. Em algum lugar, em algum momento da sua história existe um tempo bom perdido em sua memória. Ninguém veio ao mundo somente para sofrer, tenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; existe um tempo bom preparado pra você! O tempo bom existe sim, ele sorri pra quem quiser viver.&amp;nbsp;O bom momento vai estar pra sempre na sua mente, basta lembrar pra vida ficar diferente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ele não veio, é porque está por vir; pois Deus existe e gosta de ti. Não dá fardo maior do que se possa suportar,&amp;nbsp; tem bom ânimo e seja fiél, ser fiél!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;não vai desistir de viver, vai? Não vai parar e deixar tudo para trás, vai? Não vai perder,vai? Desanimar, vai? Enlouquecer e esquecer do seu projeto que tanto corre atrás. Não, você não vai! Haja o que houver não desista. Seu bom momento pode estar dançando do seu lado na pista, então dance com a vida pra que seu bom momento exista! Planeja e realiza mesa farta com comida,&amp;nbsp;a roupa nova, a calça, o tênis, a camisa. É sempre um bom momento a conquista do que se precisa. O natal dos seus sonhos pode já ter passado, ou o ano da vitória ainda não foi conquistado; Pisar na areia, entrar no mar, sair todo molhado; sentir na pele o calor do sol, num domingo à tarde no campo de futebol; ou deitar na grama e ver as crianças correndo, ter a certeza que é da maneira certa que está se envelhecendo. Seja qual for o momento, lembre de um bom tempo, cante a canção, agora mesmo pode ser um tempo bom! Bons tempos são reais, só que o bom tempo vem e vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um tempo bom todo mundo tem na vida, lembrar das coisas boas ajuda a prosseguir.&lt;/span&gt; Viver um tempo bom é o que você precisa pra ser feliz e não pensar em desistir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Bons Tempos - Apc 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-8132950568131469630?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/8132950568131469630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=8132950568131469630' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8132950568131469630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8132950568131469630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-tempos-bons-sao-presentes-de-deus.html' title='Bons tempos :)'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StUry8iVOcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ah7KIzWhUhY/s72-c/73031171h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-347741169098125488</id><published>2009-10-12T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:41:08.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos de criança­ :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StNqJ5_tKiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VLSrGJ1zE4w/s1600-h/pagehslj.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StNqJ5_tKiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VLSrGJ1zE4w/s320/pagehslj.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olho e vejo o tempo que passou&amp;nbsp;e a saudade vem e aperta o coração, quando me lembro dos tempos de criança. Lembro com saudade dos verões,&amp;nbsp;e dos momentos que marcaram todos nós. Como eram lindos os tempos de criança. Vamos pular corda, brincar de amarelinha, de pique-bandeira,&amp;nbsp;tá contigo, tá comigo amiga! Bons os tempos de criança! Vem jogar queimado, brincar de esconde-esconde, trocar papel de carta, fazer a comidinha na varanda! Bons os tempos de criança!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Feliz dia das crianças, minhas crianças!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-347741169098125488?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/347741169098125488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=347741169098125488' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/347741169098125488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/347741169098125488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempos-de-crianca-d.html' title='Tempos de criança­ :D'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/StNqJ5_tKiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VLSrGJ1zE4w/s72-c/pagehslj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-369689164526668621</id><published>2009-10-09T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:41:41.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Eterno Namorado ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ss91gb3rNmI/AAAAAAAAALw/_1CwCGQoHzc/s1600-h/fr%C3%B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ss91gb3rNmI/AAAAAAAAALw/_1CwCGQoHzc/s320/fr%C3%B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de sonhar com teu sorriso eu acordei e vi; o teu nome estava bem guardado e protegido em Deus pra mim ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Esperar por alguém que a gente nem sabe quem é, é difícil as vezes. Mas só de saber que é muito melhor do que a gente pede e imagina, dá um certo conforto. Que atire a primeira pedra, quem nunca sonhou com isso antes de dormir, ou quando estava assistindo aquele filme liiindo e romântico, ou quando olhou pela janela num dia cinza e chuvoso (o que eu acho lindo), ou quando viu um casal de mãos dadas, ou ..não, chega de "ou".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pessoas como eu, já imaginam aquela cena de cinema né? Olhos nos olhos, sorriso&amp;nbsp;sem graça de lado, etc. Não existe idade pra esse tipo de pensamento gente; tanto um adolescente com a cabeça no lugar, quanto um adulto, sabem o que pedem pra Deus, e acima de tudo, sabem que devem esperar. ESPERAR! Essa palavra, em determinados momentos, até soa pesada&amp;nbsp;e dolorosa. Mas o que é que tem a gente continuar sonhando com aquela pessoa? Claro que ninguém vai viver em prol disso, falar nisso o tempo todo, pensar nisso 24 horas por dia, até mesmo porque isso não é um assunto que diga respeito ao interesse dos outros. Não é nenhum segredão misterioso, mas pra que ficar enchendo a boca pra falar disso pras pessoas, se você pode guardar pra você e Deus ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ahhh eu podia ficar falando, falando, falando sobre isso aqui. Mas uma hora eu ia acabar falando mais do que devo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;FALAIS BAIXO SE FALAIS DE AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ­ ­&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ­ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;Shakespeare&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Descanso no sonho, eu só quero te encontrar ♪&lt;/strong&gt; "­ &amp;nbsp;SEMPRE tem uma música que ouvimos mais de três vezes e viajaaamos, né? (ou será só eu? não, não, minha amiga faz isso também. Menos mal!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;­ ­ ­&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu quero muito um dia (ou um monte mesmo rs) ir pra&amp;nbsp;Inglaterra, Itália e Paris. (Não me pergunte o porque deste comentário.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Beeijo my neighbors :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-369689164526668621?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/369689164526668621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=369689164526668621' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/369689164526668621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/369689164526668621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-eterno-namorado.html' title='Meu Eterno Namorado ♪'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ss91gb3rNmI/AAAAAAAAALw/_1CwCGQoHzc/s72-c/fr%C3%B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-4585180261335828294</id><published>2009-10-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:42:00.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ssort0sQX6I/AAAAAAAAALI/TDobsxld07I/s1600-h/i+could+sing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ssort0sQX6I/AAAAAAAAALI/TDobsxld07I/s320/i+could+sing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Over the mountains and the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Your river runs with love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I will open up my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And let the Healer set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm happy to be in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I will daily lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For I will always sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Of when Your love came down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh I feel like dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It's foolishness I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But when the world has seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;They will dance with joy like we're dancing now &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever - Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7836020820164611303-4585180261335828294?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/4585180261335828294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=4585180261335828294' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4585180261335828294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4585180261335828294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-mountains-and-sea-your-river-runs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Ssort0sQX6I/AAAAAAAAALI/TDobsxld07I/s72-c/i+could+sing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-8573838406225133354</id><published>2009-09-30T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:42:13.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SsQPUHzNNZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H_VeOpuH3dI/s1600-h/090920_1030534fghh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SsQPUHzNNZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H_VeOpuH3dI/s320/090920_1030534fghh.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se for embora, leve um sorriso meu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;guardado no teu peito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;teu coração agora é meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se ficar, ganha um beijo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;com sabor de alegria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;É um presente que Deus me deu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;aa, sem muitas palavras e sem vontade também de postar muuita coisa ­ &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beeeijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7836020820164611303-8573838406225133354?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/8573838406225133354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=8573838406225133354' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8573838406225133354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8573838406225133354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-for-embora-leve-um-sorriso-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SsQPUHzNNZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H_VeOpuH3dI/s72-c/090920_1030534fghh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-882198826480936014</id><published>2009-09-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:43:48.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sq61NrBYCGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/napWwrITexg/s1600-h/78176008B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sq61NrBYCGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/napWwrITexg/s320/78176008B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahh gente, é tanta mulher que eu conheço tendo filho que eu tenho que 'homenagear' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estava eu, linda e morena (eu disse morena? kkk branquela), no meu msn, quando um amigo me manda a notícia " vou ser pai! ". Ah vai, to muito feliz por ele e pela namorada, que por sinal eu conheço também. Parabéns "maano"! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aline com o lindão do Pedro Henrique, semana passada nasceu o Níkolas, o baby (liindo, muito lindo) da Katlen; Bibona ta esperando a princesinha dela; minha tia ta esperando o baby dela também, mas nem sei o sexo ainda; Catinha esperando a Letícia; e agora (como eu ja disse no começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt; ­ &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Parabéns gente!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É só na gravidez que vocês vão achar o máximo ser chamadas de barriguda. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Cláudia Cavalcante acha lindo, mas não tem e nem pretende ter filho agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-882198826480936014?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/882198826480936014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=882198826480936014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/882198826480936014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/882198826480936014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-gente-e-tanta-mulher-que-eu-conheco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sq61NrBYCGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/napWwrITexg/s72-c/78176008B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7003265192199683129</id><published>2009-09-11T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:44:18.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqrqpnBonZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g2xyNKmU6AQ/s1600-h/ooohgh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqrqpnBonZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g2xyNKmU6AQ/s400/ooohgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;vocês eu deixo meu melhor sorriso, meu maior abraço, minha melhor história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;minha melhor intenção, toda minha compreensão, e da minha amizade, a maior porção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na maioria das vezes, é o problema. Mas é a melhor. O melhor 3º ano, pode ter certeza! Todo mundo fala com todo mundo, todo mundo zoa e perturba todo mundo, e isso é muuito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E pensar que daqui a tres meses, isso tudo acaba. Dói pensar que eu não vou poder chegar na escola e contar o que aconteceu comigo no dia anterior pras &lt;strong&gt;amigas&lt;/strong&gt;. Não ouvir &lt;strong&gt;Natália&lt;/strong&gt; com seu YES CLIN, FOR MEN. Não ver que &lt;strong&gt;Adriele&lt;/strong&gt; vai ali e quando voltar ja vem. Ver os &lt;strong&gt;meninos&lt;/strong&gt; enchendo a pobre da Carol. &lt;strong&gt;Hebinho&lt;/strong&gt; cantando 'eu ia lhe chamar ♪' . &lt;strong&gt;Derico&lt;/strong&gt; tirando 9 em geografia comigo. &lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt; atendendo telefonemas 'pra comprar fralda pra cria dele' . &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; cantando Toquinho. &lt;strong&gt;Bianca&lt;/strong&gt; comendo bombom até sair pelo ouvido. &lt;strong&gt;Pedro&lt;/strong&gt; dormindo mais que todo mundo. &lt;strong&gt;Hélio&lt;/strong&gt; contando de suas viagens mirabolantes. &lt;strong&gt;Léo e Douglas&lt;/strong&gt; contando das gordas dentro de kombis e ônibus. &lt;strong&gt;Gasper&lt;/strong&gt; roubando beijo da &lt;strong&gt;Carol&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Marcão e cia&lt;/strong&gt; zoando &lt;strong&gt;Lobão&lt;/strong&gt; com a história do primo. &lt;strong&gt;Clarissa&lt;/strong&gt; destribuindo sua 'bala' deliciosa, benalet. ENFIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esses piveeetes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, vão fazer muuuita falta mesmo. Mas uma hora a gente tem que ser adulto, pelo menos na prática OAISUAIOUSIAO De qualquer forma, espero sinceramente, que a gente, pelo menos, se esbarre por ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Obs.: Agarro minha bolsa, seguro na grade e eu voou passar por baixo eein! kkkkkkkk (só pra quem sabe mesmo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ­ beijo amores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-7003265192199683129?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7003265192199683129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7003265192199683129' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7003265192199683129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7003265192199683129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-voces-eu-deixo-meu-melhor-sorriso-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqrqpnBonZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g2xyNKmU6AQ/s72-c/ooohgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1473480172176108689</id><published>2009-09-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:48:14.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqfpyLiRI1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AAWIcfxk-CE/s1600-h/OQAAAEJE7zz17EFO0RPbGLpbDoI2e4pp_9HXuNVUSWFMyDWlHNR4fSi6H1-2IgmBAyvBYR33w-eI5Rq64j1iWfY15wIAm1T1UMJw0tWjzjGqkrYSGd_Erxo_vVxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqfpyLiRI1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AAWIcfxk-CE/s320/OQAAAEJE7zz17EFO0RPbGLpbDoI2e4pp_9HXuNVUSWFMyDWlHNR4fSi6H1-2IgmBAyvBYR33w-eI5Rq64j1iWfY15wIAm1T1UMJw0tWjzjGqkrYSGd_Erxo_vVxi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ela é diferente.&amp;nbsp;Ela é engraçada.&amp;nbsp;É inteligente, também é bem humorada ♪ &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/7836020820164611303-1473480172176108689?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1473480172176108689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1473480172176108689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1473480172176108689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1473480172176108689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-e-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SqfpyLiRI1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AAWIcfxk-CE/s72-c/OQAAAEJE7zz17EFO0RPbGLpbDoI2e4pp_9HXuNVUSWFMyDWlHNR4fSi6H1-2IgmBAyvBYR33w-eI5Rq64j1iWfY15wIAm1T1UMJw0tWjzjGqkrYSGd_Erxo_vVxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-5844066274081831138</id><published>2009-07-14T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:16:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sl1V3QpQNyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YWpD0o2yxaI/s1600-h/88376865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358533539489920802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sl1V3QpQNyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YWpD0o2yxaI/s320/88376865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu quase posso ver o sonho que tenho sonhado, mas há uma voz dentro da minha cabeça dizendo: Você nunca alcançará! Cada passo que eu dou, cada movimento que faço parece perdido e sem direção. Minha fé está abalada. Mas eu, eu vou continuar tentando! Tenho que manter minha cabeça erguida. Sempre haverá uma outra montanha, eu sempre vou querer movê-la. Sempre será uma batalha difícil, às vezes eu terei que perder. Não tem a ver com a rapidez que eu vou chegar lá. Não tem a ver com o que estará esperando do outro lado. É a subida! As lutas que estou encarando, as chances que estou escolhendo, às vezes podem me empurrar pra baixo, mas não, eu não desisti! Eu posso não saber ainda, mas esses são os momentos que eu vou mais me lembrar. Só tenho que continuar. E eu, eu tenho que ser forte. É só continuar lutando. Continue se mexendo! Continue subindo! Mantenha a fé! ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Foto: GettyImages&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/7836020820164611303-5844066274081831138?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/5844066274081831138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=5844066274081831138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5844066274081831138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/5844066274081831138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-quase-posso-ver-o-sonho-que-tenho_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Sl1V3QpQNyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YWpD0o2yxaI/s72-c/88376865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1095037179373229679</id><published>2009-06-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:40:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferenciando a normalidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SigUfRCv_oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGRZL9mlfeE/s1600-h/blahj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343543485258530434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SigUfRCv_oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGRZL9mlfeE/s320/blahj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou garota e minha cor favorita não é rosa. Sou maior de idade, e nem por isso eu saio fazendo besteiras por aí. Só uso batom quando é necessário. Moro no Rio de Janeiro e prefiro o frio. Meu time caiu pra 2ª divisão, nem por isso eu mudei. Amo Coca Cola, biscoito recheado, pizza, batata frita e não ligo pra quantidade de calorias; se eu quero comer/beber, eu como/bebo. Sou careta. &lt;strong&gt;Não fumo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;não bebo&lt;/strong&gt;, não minto para ser bem recebido, não tenho paciência pra fazer social, não danço e ainda por cima, sou crítica! Sou teimosa pra caramba. Algumas coisas infantis ainda me agradam. Eu gosto de ler. Curto Jonas Brothers. Não suporto que maltratem os animais. Eu estudo falando sozinha coisas do tipo: ta, espera! calma! então.. Me acabo de rir com piadas sem graça. Detesto lugares lotados, logo, 'baladinhas' (odeio esse nome) não fazem parte do meu cotidiano. Detesto carnaval. Sou chorona &lt;strong&gt;não-assumida. &lt;/strong&gt;Ainda compro as revistas da Capricho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaah, eu poderia ficar aqui horas e horas escrevendo, mas nem to querendo! rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lembre-se: " &lt;em&gt;melhor ficar calado e pensarem que você é um idiota, do que falar alguma coisa e terem certeza disso. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beeejo gente !&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/7836020820164611303-1095037179373229679?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1095037179373229679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1095037179373229679' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1095037179373229679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1095037179373229679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2009/06/diferenciando-normalidade.html' title='Diferenciando a normalidade.'/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SigUfRCv_oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qGRZL9mlfeE/s72-c/blahj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-7283644416061819940</id><published>2008-12-04T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:13:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/STgpFr1SjVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fmOtO4EDy1I/s1600-h/P1010268h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012141106859346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/STgpFr1SjVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fmOtO4EDy1I/s320/P1010268h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inspiração dos meus sonhos, não quero acordar. Quero ficar só contigo, não vou poder voar. Por que parar pra refletir se meu reflexo é você? Aprendendo uma só vida, compartilhando prazer. Por que parece que na hora eu não vou agüentar, se eu sempre tive força e nunca parei de lutar? Como no filme, no final tudo vai dar certo. &lt;strong&gt;Quem foi que disse que pra tá junto precisa tá perto?&lt;/strong&gt; Pensa em mim, que eu tô pensando em você. E me diz o que eu quero te dizer. Vem pra cá, pra eu ver que juntos estamos, e te falar mais uma vez, que &lt;strong&gt;te amo&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/7836020820164611303-7283644416061819940?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/7283644416061819940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=7283644416061819940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7283644416061819940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/7283644416061819940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2008/12/contagie-o-mundo-com-o-que-voc-tem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/STgpFr1SjVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fmOtO4EDy1I/s72-c/P1010268h.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1874910123287652061</id><published>2008-07-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:13:15.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SIVDmQtLW_I/AAAAAAAAADg/1EDGq38b1lc/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225657267231874034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SIVDmQtLW_I/AAAAAAAAADg/1EDGq38b1lc/s320/aaaaaaaaaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;shy; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;shy;Depois do fim de semana todo, numa suposta tarde calma de domingo, no momento em que ele podia ver a lua..Quando eu o vi, ele estava chorando sob a minha árvore favorita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu conversei com ele e estava tentando mostrar a ele o que ele não conseguia ver. Atrás das flores na luz ele encontrou o sol; Atrás do triste, eu mostrei para ele que a vida é realmente engraçada; E com a natureza juntos nós admiramos os pássaros, coletamos folhas diferentes e percebemos como o mundo é surpreendente. Se você vier aqui, eu direi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchubaruba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Se você estiver "pra baixo", eu direi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchubaruba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Se você não sabe onde eu estou, eu estarei &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchubarubando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Se você não sabe quem você é,você pode &lt;em&gt;tchubada&lt;/em&gt;, você pode &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchubaduba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Hey! Há,ho! Não há razão para esconder. Eu poderia ser um tipo de guia, eu poderia estar do seu lado. Sim, sim, sim! Ele poderia estar comigo e eu ficaria agradecida, pois eu sentiria..sim, eu me sentiria realmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;♫ &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;chubaruba/&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;allu Magalhães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1874910123287652061?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1874910123287652061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1874910123287652061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1874910123287652061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1874910123287652061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2008/07/tchubaruba-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SIVDmQtLW_I/AAAAAAAAADg/1EDGq38b1lc/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-2666384831346055168</id><published>2008-05-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:17:46.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SBoiGAI6UbI/AAAAAAAAADM/P7G3PY4ZNec/s1600-h/portao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195502606637224370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SBoiGAI6UbI/AAAAAAAAADM/P7G3PY4ZNec/s320/portao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como disse o Diego, "tava na hora de att isso aqui!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aah eu nem tenho lá essa paciencia de ficar aqui todo dia :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OAISUAOIUSIOAUSIOAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;chega! --' tem nada pra falar nãão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEEEU ANIVERSÁRIO CHEGAAANDO \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha ;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beeijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-2666384831346055168?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/2666384831346055168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=2666384831346055168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2666384831346055168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/2666384831346055168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-disse-o-diego-tava-na-hora-de-att.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/SBoiGAI6UbI/AAAAAAAAADM/P7G3PY4ZNec/s72-c/portao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-1159242458517464584</id><published>2008-01-09T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:19:47.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/R4UUPluKfxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C4WKVb54v10/s1600-h/1199899178_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547606651731730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/R4UUPluKfxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C4WKVb54v10/s320/1199899178_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;shy; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E é tão fácil não lembrar que a vida logo passa e ninguém vai te esperar. Longe de casa, perto do mar..O vento no seu rosto, histórias pra contar. Muito forte, lá no alto sempre vão brilhar milhões de estrelas coloridas rumo ao infinito..Tudo faz sentido. Vai ser bem melhor. O que te faz chorar, amanhã já te faz rir. O coração bate ao contrário pronto pra explodir. Um abraço forte, bem melhor agora, gira e tudo muda de lugar. Todos os amigos já foram embora. Apaga a luz lá fora sempre é hora de brilhar..Milhões de estrelas coloridas rumo ao infinito.. Tudo faz sentido. Vai ser bem melhor. Eu gritei, ninguém me ouviu. Tentei fugir, ninguém me viu. Correndo pro céu, quem vai se importar? Me dá a mão e vem comigo! Apaga a luz e vem comigo! Correr pelo céu nas estrelas tocar! Vai ser bem melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-1159242458517464584?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/1159242458517464584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=1159242458517464584' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1159242458517464584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/1159242458517464584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-to-fcil-no-lembrar-que-vida-logo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/R4UUPluKfxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C4WKVb54v10/s72-c/1199899178_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-4572753899838224741</id><published>2007-11-17T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:20:57.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rz7RT_JomoI/AAAAAAAAACs/JoyDTTMwqdE/s1600-h/haaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133770766548507266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rz7RT_JomoI/AAAAAAAAACs/JoyDTTMwqdE/s320/haaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca será tarde pra te encontrar meu grande amor... &amp;shy; Você está guardado em algum lugar me esperando. Sonho com você dormindo ou acordada..Sonho com você guardando a nossa casa. Antes de te conhecer estou apaixonada. Antes mesmo de te ver eu já me sinto amada. Nunca será tarde pra vivermos um grande amor eterno..Onde quer que você esteja eu sei que Deus já te encontrou e vai te trazer pra perto. Nunca será tarde pra vivermos tempos inesquecíveis. Nunca será tarde pra vermos os sonhos de Deus..Até mesmo os impossíveis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-4572753899838224741?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/4572753899838224741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=4572753899838224741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4572753899838224741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4572753899838224741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rz7RT_JomoI/AAAAAAAAACs/JoyDTTMwqdE/s72-c/haaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-9045858144931178225</id><published>2007-11-06T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:22:28.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RzDloK-1LwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pxQgzKTksWc/s1600-h/voar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852453880409858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RzDloK-1LwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pxQgzKTksWc/s320/voar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' Queria saaber voar, pra lá do alto poder ver vocee. Te ver sorrir, te veer sonhar. Coisas lindas quero te dizer (L..) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu dia? muuito sono de manhã, friio, e eu tendo que ir pra escola ;$ aula da Gil (me amarro), aula da Niakmz (morro de rir), aula da Jozi..que aula? (neem foi ¬¬) e então adiantaram o tempo de sociologia com o &lt;em&gt;mestre dos magos&lt;/em&gt;. aoeiaoeioao muuito igual. Teste com consulta.. muuito faacil ;D saimos uma hora maais cedo. uma chuuuva abençoada ! chegueei em casaa e panz..depois ouvi uma voz me chamando, e vinha de dentro do meu quarto...uuuh era minha camaa kkkkkkk tadiinha..fui ver o que era né..acredita que era pra me fzr dormir ?! ;P agora to aqui.. ouvindo musiquinhas apaixonantes que só me fazem lembrar que não tenho um 'namorido' ;O oeioeioaeioa ..Um diaa alguém canta uma dessas musicas pra mim (salmo 40) :Pp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh claro, óbvio e ta na cara que não sou eu na foto.. maas ela eh tão linda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beeijo :*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-9045858144931178225?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/9045858144931178225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=9045858144931178225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/9045858144931178225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/9045858144931178225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RzDloK-1LwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pxQgzKTksWc/s72-c/voar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-4044852726299218652</id><published>2007-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:27:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rxl6Z7EV4qI/AAAAAAAAABw/noDTXZ6hLcg/s1600-h/braancOnaB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123260636881871522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rxl6Z7EV4qI/AAAAAAAAABw/noDTXZ6hLcg/s320/braancOnaB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu me encaixo na música da Lily Allen, digamos assim, que diz: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não me acorde hoje! Embaixo do meu cobertor é aonde eu quero ficar. Não quero sair hoje, de qualquer jeito, não me importa o que você diz!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Pois eh! dia monótono, porém engraçado, Acordei meio dia :P..vii TV, mechi no pc..mechi no pc..mechi no pc..OIJSOIAJO lanchei (Habib's) e paanz ¬¬' naada a mais pra contaar. onde ta a graça do meu diaa? aahh soh eu seei! afinal eu não to com paciência hoje pra att isso aqui com detalhes ! ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;teh maaais o/&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/7836020820164611303-4044852726299218652?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/4044852726299218652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=4044852726299218652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4044852726299218652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/4044852726299218652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2007/10/8p.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rxl6Z7EV4qI/AAAAAAAAABw/noDTXZ6hLcg/s72-c/braancOnaB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-8398686766472151225</id><published>2007-10-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:28:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RxFp3rEV4pI/AAAAAAAAABo/vw7R3StUsgQ/s1600-h/1187817842_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120990656471622290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RxFp3rEV4pI/AAAAAAAAABo/vw7R3StUsgQ/s320/1187817842_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaah! acordeei e fiquei na moda "toatoa" :P depois do almoço fomos buscar a Bil..Geral aqui veendo MARCIO GARCIA e falando mal das meninas que foram procurar namorado kkkkkkk uma maais feia que a outra.. teh menina de bigode tinha! Só Jesus! Agora pouco fomos em São Miguel, e quem SENTA NA BEIRA ABRE A PORTEIRA kkkkkkkkkkkkk pois eh..sentou na porta do carro tem que descer pra abrir a porteira. e quem teve que ir? quem? quem? isso aê! eu! :D fui neah..e taah! chegaando lá mó sono..e conversa vai..conversa veem.."VAMBORA?" só se for agora! OIAJSIOAJSOIAJI aii aii.. e eu que nem uma mongOL corri pra não sentar na porta..kkkkkkkk quem sentou..Miinha tia Patricia, maas nem teve graça pq meu tio tava indo pra lá a pé e abriu a porteira. Deeeeexa! O dia dela chega! :PP agOra taamo aqui neah?! ¬¬ ' Tiaaa! peRRRRmero pergunta! kkkkkkkkkkkk coméédia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beeijo cambada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-8398686766472151225?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/8398686766472151225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=8398686766472151225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8398686766472151225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/8398686766472151225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2007/10/oie_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/RxFp3rEV4pI/AAAAAAAAABo/vw7R3StUsgQ/s72-c/1187817842_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836020820164611303.post-6976029876407528071</id><published>2007-10-10T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:29:44.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rw1alh1ZMQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sH4z19uo2lw/s1600-h/olhando.pra.ondeB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119847952174100738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rw1alh1ZMQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sH4z19uo2lw/s320/olhando.pra.ondeB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Primeiro post aqui; nunca mechi nessa paradinha! Pois siim, um dia eu aprendo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu diia começou péssimo. Madrugada passando maL, nem fui pra escola essa manhã (sacrifííício). Enfiim..chaatão! Amanhã com certeza vaai ter coisa pra contar..escola é seempre O AÇO! OAIJSAOJSAOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beeijo cambadaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836020820164611303-6976029876407528071?l=claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/feeds/6976029876407528071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7836020820164611303&amp;postID=6976029876407528071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/6976029876407528071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836020820164611303/posts/default/6976029876407528071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiacavalcante.blogspot.com/2007/10/oie.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia Cavalcante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053679095483503039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJw-MxrzApo/Tk1PbK4bWhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7NqwZqmcQ4M/s220/SAM_4124e3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pSyMjgqejFQ/Rw1alh1ZMQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sH4z19uo2lw/s72-c/olhando.pra.ondeB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
