<?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-3254158199574564785</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:32.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Maria</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brisa.blogger.com.br/image008.jpg" width="630" height="203"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-6646123002341494067</id><published>2008-01-27T15:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:45:58.862-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5zAPVWMf5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rKJaN9S4S6c/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160210642720554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5zAPVWMf5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rKJaN9S4S6c/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  SUA PRESENÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Na calada da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Sua imagem é tênue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Mas constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            O meu adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Não adormece e nem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Diminui o meu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Sinto seu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Envolvo-me no seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            E assim permaneço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Sem o sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Irreal da sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Acordo com a nítida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Sensação de que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Cuidou de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            E sinto acordada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            O perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Do seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ana maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-6646123002341494067?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/6646123002341494067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=6646123002341494067&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/6646123002341494067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/6646123002341494067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/sua-presena-na-calada-da-noite-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5zAPVWMf5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rKJaN9S4S6c/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-3643631837729999690</id><published>2008-01-21T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:25:26.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5VETnCA2iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5fwP-7PYD9o/s1600-h/latingeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158104051908401698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5VETnCA2iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5fwP-7PYD9o/s400/latingeo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EU  E  MIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a ânsia incontida do amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A angústia imperdoável da incerteza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco a sensibilidade da alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos tortuosos da existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou a tristeza turvando a alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a saudade matando a esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um turbilhão de sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na busca incansável do que almejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou ave ferida quando fracasso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma leoa quando acuada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro meu leme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu norte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu guia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressurjo da cinzas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nada refaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor que me fere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leva a luta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o combate que travo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre mim e eu mesma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a soma de tudo que sou;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ANA MARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-3643631837729999690?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/3643631837729999690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=3643631837729999690&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/3643631837729999690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/3643631837729999690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-e-mim-tenho-nsia-incontida-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R5VETnCA2iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5fwP-7PYD9o/s72-c/latingeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-1668312474784429725</id><published>2008-01-16T17:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:46:00.047-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R45bMnCA2gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQQ97PbAIUI/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156158895579781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R45bMnCA2gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQQ97PbAIUI/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   Se me perco no espaço,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Esse espaço no qual me perco,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Não é o lugar que procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Ao rever o que quero,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Não encontro o que procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Se não sei o que quero,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 E não acho o que procuro,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Em que espaço eu me acho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Só se estiver dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Esse espaço que procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Mas eu procuro e não acho&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Dentro de mim esse espaço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Ele está repleto do vazio&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Preenchendo todo o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R45bAHCA2fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YzkE3jJANRs/s1600-h/gaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156158680831416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R45bAHCA2fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YzkE3jJANRs/s400/gaia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;em&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ana maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-1668312474784429725?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/1668312474784429725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=1668312474784429725&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/1668312474784429725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/1668312474784429725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/se-me-perco-no-espao-esse-espao-no-qual.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R45bMnCA2gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQQ97PbAIUI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-5030922432693534759</id><published>2008-01-13T00:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:33:27.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4l4PXCA2OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZSiZW4wUr0w/s1600-h/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4l4PXCA2OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZSiZW4wUr0w/s400/loving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154783453778073826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SÓ  POR  HOJE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              decidi ser diferente,              &lt;br /&gt;                                              romper com a barreira&lt;br /&gt;                                              que julgo ser coerente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              vou estar alheia e arredia,&lt;br /&gt;                                              não vou ler o que não quero&lt;br /&gt;                                              nem ver o que me repudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              vou descumprir o prometido,&lt;br /&gt;                                              falhar com meu compromisso&lt;br /&gt;                                              sem me culpar por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              vou romper com meus tabus,&lt;br /&gt;                                              dar vazão ao meu delírio&lt;br /&gt;                                              sem viver o meu martírio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              vou dar um tempo à razão,&lt;br /&gt;                                              descansar o meu dever&lt;br /&gt;                                              de ter o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              vou viver sem nenhuma culpa,&lt;br /&gt;                                              a insensatez do meu momento&lt;br /&gt;                                              sem me dar tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              quero pensar somente em mim,&lt;br /&gt;                                              sem viver o que tenho vivido&lt;br /&gt;                                              esquecer o tempo sofrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              quero ser o que não sou&lt;br /&gt;                                              viver a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;                                              que a vida me roubou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              quero viver a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;                                              de que o amor que eu tive&lt;br /&gt;                                              não morreu;&lt;br /&gt;                                              ainda vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Apenas hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Só por hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      ana maria&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-5030922432693534759?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/5030922432693534759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=5030922432693534759&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/5030922432693534759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/5030922432693534759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-por-hoje-s-por-hoje-decidi-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4l4PXCA2OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZSiZW4wUr0w/s72-c/loving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-7464692292123341402</id><published>2008-01-10T12:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:56:12.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4YskHCA2EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aTJGbQsp9g4/s1600-h/1134854479__by_splucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153855822446516290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4YskHCA2EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aTJGbQsp9g4/s320/1134854479__by_splucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                         LEMBRANÇA   AMÁVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Senti na ausência do teu afeto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 a saudade constrangida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 a ilusão de mais um dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 ou a incerteza do que era certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 Teu afeto me iludia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 tuas palavras eram doces;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 me convenciam de que fosses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 o amigo que eu queria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 Se houve dor, talvez sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 mas  mágoa, digo que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 O que foi bom guardo em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 prefiro assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 O teu silêncio traduziu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 a impotância de se calar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 quando não se quer falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 aquilo que não sentiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 Foste verdadeiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 como pensei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 no teu silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 E guardarei em mim, a conduta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 sempre impecável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 de um amigo doce e amável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ana maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-7464692292123341402?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/7464692292123341402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=7464692292123341402&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7464692292123341402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7464692292123341402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/lembrana-amvel-senti-na-ausncia-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R4YskHCA2EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aTJGbQsp9g4/s72-c/1134854479__by_splucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-5965324702492541843</id><published>2008-01-05T11:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:50:39.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3-IRnCA2DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FjzF6QUZC14/s1600-h/fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151986334851717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3-IRnCA2DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FjzF6QUZC14/s320/fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dificíl extrair algo quando&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos de imaginação vazia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mente não segue comando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as frases são evasivas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O raciocino lógico embotado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos apenas pensando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge assunto deslocado,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita coisa passando,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada nos concentrando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabamos vencidos nessa luta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo tudo sem sentido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o drama desta poetiza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje agoniza na criação,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que sempre a realiza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que hoje lhe disse "nao"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-5965324702492541843?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/5965324702492541843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=5965324702492541843&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/5965324702492541843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/5965324702492541843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/drama-dificl-extrair-algo-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3-IRnCA2DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FjzF6QUZC14/s72-c/fg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-6170504580689655958</id><published>2008-01-02T10:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:07:13.208-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS  DA  NET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3uGInCA11I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yUQS77VBeII/s1600-h/mulher015rp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858081302796114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3uGInCA11I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yUQS77VBeII/s320/mulher015rp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 AMIGOS DA NET &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hoje falei com vários amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Amigos que amo, e não conheço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Não sei idades, nunca os vi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             São amigos e jamais esqueço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             São pessoas que me abraçaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             E a quem abraço , no espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Com a naturalidade que faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Com quem vive ao meu redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             É como se fosse um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Mas tão verdadeiro parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Mas que verdade nenhuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Veria de fato o que acontece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Foram presentes, que sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Em vôos longínquos distantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             E nesses vôos ansiosa levei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             O que desses sonhos introjetei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Levei tristeza, me deram alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Levei saudade me aconchegaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Se me sentia pequena, agigantei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hoje somos amigos verdadeiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Que a vida me fez em mágica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Um presente, de mão beijada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             A resposta de que não é trágica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             A vida sofrida que incorporei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             De tal forma que me tornei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Um ser diferente, realizada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pelos amigos que ganhei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Somos comuns e navegantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             De mares tranqüilo, serenos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Buscando em todos instantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             A troca daquilo que temos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Amizade, carinho, afeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             E o que de mais importante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             O aprender sempre constante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Que a vida é mais que o espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Onde vivo, ou meramente vegeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Se não saio em busca do laço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Que me uma ao mundo, incerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Mas verdadeiro nos amigo que faço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     ana maria&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-6170504580689655958?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/6170504580689655958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=6170504580689655958&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/6170504580689655958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/6170504580689655958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigos-da-net.html' title='AMIGOS  DA  NET'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3uGInCA11I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yUQS77VBeII/s72-c/mulher015rp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-7162313926271102136</id><published>2007-12-31T01:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:28:06.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANO  NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3hdTnCA1yI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dCZntXAQonc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3hdTnCA1yI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dCZntXAQonc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149968765374486306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ano Novo!!!... Muitos sonhos, muitos desejos, muita esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Estranho pensar que é apenas uma data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mas ela muda a história, ela muda a contagem do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Já teremos um novo calendário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Há que se fazer algo com ele, novas anotações, novos compromissos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Começaremos tudo de novo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ou continuaremos a viver o velho embora ele seja novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   É preciso pensar no que foi bom e dar-lhe cara de novo, renová-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   É preciso esquecer o que foi ruim , ouvida-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   O ano novo é como a vida do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Janeiro e fevereiro, ainda criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Março, Abril e maio é a juventude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Junho Julho, agosto e setembro a maturidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Outubro e novembro é a velhice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dezembro é o final da velhice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Assim pensando, repenso meus passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Assim pensando repenso minhas oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Renascer num novo tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Renovar o que estava esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dar juventude e crença a novos ideais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Realizar , concretizar e aproveitar o que o tempo me deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Viver como se o tempo não houvesse passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ter a certeza de que morre o homem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mas seus feitos não morrerão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mais que tudo, confiar num outro tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Numa nova oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Para que assim eu possa ter a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De refazer-me, reinventar-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Com a chance que o ano novo me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De renascer com ele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   E nele viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Como se ele fosse a minha última chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De ser aquilo que quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De buscar a felicidade que julguei perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De poder viver intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De um tempo novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De um novo ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Que nasce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Com tempo marcado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Para morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Para que eu tenha a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De vivê-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Como se fosse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   O último,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Dos muitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Que ainda virão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ana maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-7162313926271102136?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/7162313926271102136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=7162313926271102136&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7162313926271102136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7162313926271102136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2007/12/ano-novo.html' title='ANO  NOVO'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3hdTnCA1yI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dCZntXAQonc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-7362644314891328249</id><published>2007-12-27T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T04:54:17.454-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O VELHO DA PRAÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3ScjnCA1mI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1_m-Q1G-jz0/s1600-h/velho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3ScjnCA1mI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1_m-Q1G-jz0/s320/velho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148912409578100322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol se levantava, ali estava o velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha um olhar contemplativo e doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava pouco, pausadamente , apenas escrevia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não lamentava, nem era triste, apenas estava velho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentava no banco da praça e ficava olhando a vida passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta sabedoria devia ter aquele velho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos, mãos, rosto, marcados pelo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia não esperar muito da vida, mas retratava tudo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dela viveu, amou e contemplou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, a cada dia mais tempo, ali na praça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observando calado, sozinho, e escrevendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe ele tivesse medo que o amanhã não acontecesse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou que o sol não mais o aquecesse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o velho da praça cada dia era um poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ele escrevia e guardava na sua gaveta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim, que aquele homem desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que a vida passou e o amanhã não chegou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi consagrado como um grande poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela obra que escrevera, sentado ali sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele banco, o velho da praça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ana maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-7362644314891328249?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/7362644314891328249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=7362644314891328249&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7362644314891328249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/7362644314891328249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-velho-da-praa.html' title='O VELHO DA PRAÇA'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3ScjnCA1mI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1_m-Q1G-jz0/s72-c/velho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-2834204959069527286</id><published>2007-12-26T00:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:58:03.764-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PALHAÇOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3HBQnCA1UI/AAAAAAAAACA/WclNwhJJGpw/s1600-h/palhacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3HBQnCA1UI/AAAAAAAAACA/WclNwhJJGpw/s320/palhacos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148108340160681282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A vida é um circo&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;       Onde atuamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Os acrobatas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Desafiam o perigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Enfrentam seus medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Bailarinos e cantores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       São felizes e sonhadores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Os contorcionistas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       São aqueles que tornam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Possível o inacreditável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       O ilusionista, aquele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Que usa da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Para iludir a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Palhaços somos quase todos nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Que aceitamos o ridículo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Para sobreviver, travestidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Não reconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Somos a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Pela simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Somos a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Embora sejamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Quase sempre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ana maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-2834204959069527286?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/2834204959069527286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=2834204959069527286&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/2834204959069527286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/2834204959069527286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2007/12/palhaos.html' title='PALHAÇOS'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R3HBQnCA1UI/AAAAAAAAACA/WclNwhJJGpw/s72-c/palhacos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-2674795410996368830</id><published>2007-12-24T09:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:04:02.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-fRnCA1OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/upF3s5XcN10/s1600-h/natal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-fRnCA1OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/upF3s5XcN10/s320/natal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147508023991784674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATAL É RENASCIMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal é a festa da chegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que traria paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o nascimento daquele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mudaria o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não houve um teto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o abrigasse, mas ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palhas da manjedoura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu berço se fez, e o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais o esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais de dois mil anos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus o filho de DEUS veio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viveu por tinta e três anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregando a paz entre os homens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal é comemoração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nascimento de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do renascimento do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Maria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-2674795410996368830?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/2674795410996368830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=2674795410996368830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/2674795410996368830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/2674795410996368830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal-renascimento-natal-festa-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-fRnCA1OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/upF3s5XcN10/s72-c/natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254158199574564785.post-3992064850653253014</id><published>2007-12-21T12:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:46:25.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Maria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brisa.blogger.com.br/Christimas.gif" width="397" height="261"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá Aninha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é meu presente de Natal pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei escrever bonito... Escrevo com o coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Maria é um nome importante na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma prima que tem esse nome, é uma mulher de fibra... Uma guerreira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de gente que batalha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha sogra também era Ana Maria. Ela me adorava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma italiana da Calábria, teve cinco filhos, um deles foi meu marido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me protegia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora você é também uma Ana Maria que apareceu do nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu da telinha, já não é virtual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma importante Ana Maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog é pra você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL ANA MARIA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Script MT Bold" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;maria tereza cichelli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254158199574564785-3992064850653253014?l=anamdivino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/feeds/3992064850653253014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254158199574564785&amp;postID=3992064850653253014&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/3992064850653253014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254158199574564785/posts/default/3992064850653253014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anamdivino.blogspot.com/2007/12/ana-maria.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Ana Maria...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Ana Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327377084967946044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_drrt1-kTO3Y/R2-edXCA1MI/AAAAAAAAABE/3-Dwfe65m_c/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
