<?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-1957602051519106350</id><updated>2012-02-07T21:09:38.556-02:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='poesia_lida'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Annemalia do Ser</title><subtitle type='html'>Relatos de alguém quando alguma coisa não está normal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1369190243761567908</id><published>2012-02-07T21:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:09:38.564-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia_lida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Não faz nem um dia que peguei minha régua &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pra desenhar um poema &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pra lher dar forma e força liguei minha ideia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;a um final de tarde de tom alaranjado &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cometi o pecado de escrever amor tantas vezes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que ele ficou sem geração, equivocado ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas foi a lua que cresceu além do céu e espalhou luzrasante, plenilúnios dissonantes, sentimemtos em tropel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas foi o sol que se vestiu de arrebol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ficou bem maior que a sede e o querer &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Venceu véspera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Outra vez o amor deu nó ...."&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse poema eu li, anotei em papel que se perdeu em meio a coisas do passado. É lindo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se alguém souber a autoria, aceito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1957602051519106350-1369190243761567908?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1369190243761567908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1369190243761567908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1369190243761567908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1369190243761567908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2012/02/nao-faz-nem-um-dia-que-peguei-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-2113840134054967616</id><published>2012-01-30T01:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:19:15.007-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Um dia de ontem, atual como hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pisa forte...&lt;br /&gt;Casa pequena com poeira escondida pelos cantos&lt;br /&gt;Que poeira leve&lt;br /&gt;O que pesa é o que se passa aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade de passar&lt;br /&gt;Mas amarrota&lt;br /&gt;Negativo de mim agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorria mais vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem motivo&lt;br /&gt;Agora que o tenho&lt;br /&gt;O por que do vazio?&lt;br /&gt;Lagarta querendo ser borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pra algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez já estivesse lá&lt;br /&gt;E talvez não volte&lt;br /&gt;Terra do nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;03/03/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Para trilha dessas linhas - Tom Zé:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/KOoJ43lFw8g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOoJ43lFw8g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOoJ43lFw8g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-2113840134054967616?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2113840134054967616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2113840134054967616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2113840134054967616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2113840134054967616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-de-ontem-atual-como-hoje.html' title='Um dia de ontem, atual como hoje'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-382816529227384071</id><published>2012-01-30T01:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:02:47.009-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Organizando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muita coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pouca providência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomar remédios que não fazem diferença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entupida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que vou explodir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trabalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desordem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CPF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casa Nova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passaporte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Motorista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Controle da vida e da TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por onde começo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando termina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;04/12/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEa_K8gRe9E/TxyRleuzjRI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/9y-APu57vL4/s1600/tumblr_lxgw05wXyl1r2tssso1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEa_K8gRe9E/TxyRleuzjRI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/9y-APu57vL4/s320/tumblr_lxgw05wXyl1r2tssso1_400_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se esqueceu de muito. E muito se queixou.&lt;br /&gt;E o muito se perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;Na vontade pouca que a sua vaidade traz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o vento soprou em seus cabelos e levou seus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-9107734195657756250?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/9107734195657756250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=9107734195657756250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9107734195657756250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9107734195657756250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2012/01/111111.html' title='11/11/11'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEa_K8gRe9E/TxyRleuzjRI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/9y-APu57vL4/s72-c/tumblr_lxgw05wXyl1r2tssso1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-6030279410753358278</id><published>2012-01-22T20:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:22:23.925-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Anomalia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;s.f. Aquilo que se desvia da norma, da média geral; irregularidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Monstruosidade, deformação: anomalia congênita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Por:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dicio.com.br/anomalia/"&gt;http://www.dicio.com.br/anomalia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-6030279410753358278?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6030279410753358278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=6030279410753358278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6030279410753358278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6030279410753358278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2012/01/anomalia.html' title='Anomalia'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1091446046772872908</id><published>2012-01-11T21:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:08:37.027-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia_lida'/><title type='text'>PROA</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: #21616b; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.476em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.476em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;O sonho é meu pastor, nada me faltará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-content" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Que venham as tormentas, que venha o que vier,&lt;br /&gt;tenho o sonho comigo, o sonho é meu pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;O mundo da aparência não me engolirá.&lt;br /&gt;Conheço bem suas manhas, meu ofício é interior:&lt;br /&gt;girassol que é girassol tem proa pro amanhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;O sonho é meu pastor, nada me faltará.&lt;br /&gt;Com ele eu teço o mundo, reinvento a via-láctea.&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios são bem-vindos, o sonho é meu pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Ou eu busco a verdade ou ela não me achará.&lt;br /&gt;Minha verdade, o sonho, é pomar e é brasão.&lt;br /&gt;Seu universo, os versos, fio do sim e do não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;O sonho é meu pastor, nada me faltará.&lt;br /&gt;Encontro nele a luz, meu alimento e cor.&lt;br /&gt;Que escorra a ampulheta, o sonho é meu pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Por: http://www.edivalperrini.com.br/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyabqOQttaQ/Tw4bsvrDwBI/AAAAAAAAHEI/y5wnJ9jYTis/s1600/4985492304_86ee910ea9_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyabqOQttaQ/Tw4bsvrDwBI/AAAAAAAAHEI/y5wnJ9jYTis/s1600/4985492304_86ee910ea9_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1091446046772872908?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.edivalperrini.com.br/' title='PROA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1091446046772872908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1091446046772872908' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1091446046772872908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1091446046772872908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2012/01/proa.html' title='PROA'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyabqOQttaQ/Tw4bsvrDwBI/AAAAAAAAHEI/y5wnJ9jYTis/s72-c/4985492304_86ee910ea9_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5474322187060797362</id><published>2011-11-23T19:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:31:25.096-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Onde.</title><content type='html'>Onde parou a vida que seguia. No mar, na água em outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que passou e fica onde está. Intocável pedestal que tudo jaz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde os anos diriam que seguia. E aconteceu, não foi outro dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5474322187060797362?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5474322187060797362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5474322187060797362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5474322187060797362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5474322187060797362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde.html' title='Onde.'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-6891833933687064655</id><published>2011-11-19T18:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:31:45.498-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Fim de tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gosto mesmo é quando o vento entra pela janela, derrubando as pequenas coisas da estante, fazendo com que o voil da cortina deslize em seu mais lindo balé.&amp;nbsp;&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJe0DT-Wr_M/TsgOVMHXVbI/AAAAAAAAG9U/QJDQZW_0Gz4/s1600/tumblr_lss0j53KBK1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="433" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJe0DT-Wr_M/TsgOVMHXVbI/AAAAAAAAG9U/QJDQZW_0Gz4/s640/tumblr_lss0j53KBK1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://weheartit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/1957602051519106350-6891833933687064655?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6891833933687064655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=6891833933687064655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6891833933687064655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6891833933687064655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/11/fim-de-tarde.html' title='Fim de tarde'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJe0DT-Wr_M/TsgOVMHXVbI/AAAAAAAAG9U/QJDQZW_0Gz4/s72-c/tumblr_lss0j53KBK1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7087127065000911993</id><published>2011-10-28T21:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:58:38.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>De volta ao futuro</title><content type='html'>Quando o passado fica atual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: right; font-size: 1.2em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 500px;"&gt;Crescer II&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;27/03/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="caption" style="margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 500px;"&gt;Muitas vezes me sinto como se tivesse já nascido envelhecida, cheia de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;E trato todo meu passado como parte do que sou hoje. Porém, que eles continuem empoeirados.&lt;br /&gt;Guardados em minhas caixas de fotos amassadas e poemas em guardanapos de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas retiro toda aquela bagunça, quando a nostalgia já dormiu em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Não de viver coisas passadas, ou de remoer antigos dramas. Mas por que sou EU. Tudo que senti. É o alimento pra eu viver o que sou hoje. Melhorada ou batendo em mesmas teclas de erros, posso me justificar.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto como se você já fosse meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não por que te perdi. Mas por que te poetizo a todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;Por gosto de nossos silêncios, de nossos excessos.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da dúvida que causa em mim.&lt;br /&gt;De sua companhia desavisada, quando queria estar sozinha. De tua falta, quando te preciso.&lt;br /&gt;De tua sobra de observaçoes, que vc guarda pra você .&lt;br /&gt;De tua falta de mimos, que você guarda pra mim. ( Mas nunca vejo)&lt;br /&gt;O meu humor oscilante que nunca sei se vai ser aceito ou repugnado com adeus dolorido.&lt;br /&gt;Ligações afetivas, sucintas, claras, melosas. Não atendidas (essa não me lembro...) .&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esteve, está, pra mim ou pra que estou sentindo. Mas nunca tive colo, e precisei.&lt;br /&gt;Como preciso de tantas coisas, pois sempre estou coberta de urgências, de egocentrismos, que você na mais sublime postura de VIVER PRA VC MESMO me deixa, assim.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma exilada em meio a tanto sentir. Vivendo de minhas sensações.&lt;br /&gt;- Egoísta!!&lt;br /&gt;Grito internamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se estou viva em seu diário. E faço parte de seus planos a mais curto prazo como: CINEMINHA NO DOMINGO, MISSO SHIRO DA SEMANA, REUNIÃO COM OS AMIGOS, SEXO NO ENTARDECER, FAXINA DO SABADO, CASAMENTO DE SUA IRMÃ, VIAGEM DE FIM DE ANO.&lt;br /&gt;E isso me faz tão importante que te guardo no melhor de meus espaços na caixa velha empoeirada. Por afinal, uma pessoa que se zela tanto, estaria fazendo com uma pessoa que não lhe causasse as melhores sensações?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7087127065000911993?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7087127065000911993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7087127065000911993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7087127065000911993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7087127065000911993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/10/de-volta-ao-futuro.html' title='De volta ao futuro'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-608288764515570734</id><published>2011-07-03T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:33:55.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Blue Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/sYgr_iGATB4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYgr_iGATB4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYgr_iGATB4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor começa como algum sal de frutas, vem para curar aquela dorzinha ansiosa pelo sentir mais sublime. E assim suas borbulhas que agitam toda água em um sonoro xiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii &amp;nbsp;...&lt;br /&gt;Tá viajei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria dizer que todo amor começa assim todo agitado, afoito e bom .&lt;br /&gt;A partir de toda vontade que nos mantém próximos, e mantém, por afinidades, objetivos, sexo bom, planejamento, com o tempo ( ó tempo! ) a agitação afoita e o bom, dá espaço a rotinas embaraçosas e comodismo ( blah) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu queria falar sem generalizar, pois tenho amigas felizes no casamento, e com filhos, talvez uma casinha na praia, com mais ou menos idade do que eu, e voltando ao sim, quero falar que amor não é linear e presente a todo momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão existir os dias de fúnebre olhares trocados e diálogos com poucas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;E salve o computador e a internet que nos ocupa, ao invés de tentarmos sociabilizar na sala, na cozinha, ou na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os dias de risada arrastada e sexo bom. Trarão a nostalgia de que todo dia podia ( e já foi ) assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas namorar é muito fácil.&lt;br /&gt;É lindo seu amado no estrelismo do momento com medo de velocidade, vento frio ou altura.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de casados, vira frescura insuportável e estopim de crítica, indiferença, indigestão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos? Sim. De casa. De estado cívil. De tato.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerância ? Nada. Sem diplomacia. Nos mostramos. Do avesso, de lado, de frente, nas unhas e nos dentes. Desgostosos. Casou, me aceite. Cansou?&amp;nbsp;Não.&lt;br /&gt;A recíproca é verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos acostumados demais para encarar o novo. Ficamos assim mesmo. Esperando passar. Ou voltar onde nos perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falei de mim. Mas é sobre o filme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-608288764515570734?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/608288764515570734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=608288764515570734' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/608288764515570734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/608288764515570734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/07/blue-valentine.html' title='Blue Valentine'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4153722172969444515</id><published>2011-07-03T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:13:31.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando as vontades persistem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fiquei minutos pensando como começar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Por que se todo começo tem seu fim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E nem tudo vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Olhei pra tanto que caminhei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Onde eu vim, O que fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E de tudo me vale, que no fim poderei ser alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Continuada em alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ter filhos, para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Uma vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Interrompida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Imediata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me vejo em busca, daquilo que sinto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E tantas vezes deixei de viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O momento perfeito. Dentro da vontade que insiste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Olhei retratos sem mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Onde estava naquele momento ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vou viver tudo que tiver de viver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Então espero por momentos que comecem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pois quero ver, como esta história irá acabar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4153722172969444515?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4153722172969444515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4153722172969444515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4153722172969444515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4153722172969444515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-as-vontades-persistem.html' title='Quando as vontades persistem'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-9091590070493388490</id><published>2011-06-23T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:51:45.474-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Vazio desesperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/zq5S2vOLmM8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq5S2vOLmM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zq5S2vOLmM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;" Foi apenas um sonho" &amp;nbsp;me surpreendeu em pretensão. Nos anos 50, um casal visionário, preso na rotina de uma cidade de interior. Onde o dia a dia do casal, cada vez mais sufoca os sonhos do passado, dando espaço a vidinha com base familiar, tradicional e segura. E o bacana é que todos os impulsos malucos pela busca da realização pessoal vinha da mulher, que naquele ano o seu papel era basicamente o de boa esposa. A mulher que apoia e cuida da casa, dos filhos e da familia. Vanguardista o papel de Kate Winslet, que tornou sua fome pelo sonho em tormento, em vazio desesperado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto dos diálogos do filme. E quando eles se comparam a loucos, por tentar seus sonhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Após asssitir ao filme de Sam Mendes ( Leia-se diretor de &lt;i&gt;Beleza America /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Away We Go&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;me bateu aquela vontade louca de revirar o baú de desejos um tanto quanto empoeirados de me mudar para o exterior, de morar na praia ou de abrir um negócio. Acabamos sendo tão cômodos quanto práticos adiando nossos sonhos e relevando nossas vontades. E tudo isso me faz pensar que pode ser muito cedo para algumas aspirações ou tarde demais para outras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me resta apenas estender as mãos e pegar o que alcanço. E posso. E, por que não, mereço ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O final do filme, me deu a sensação de "preço" . Tudo na vida tem sua contrapartida. As vezes esperada, as vezes indigesta e pesada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Querermos o diferente do que se tem. Querermos algo novo. Por que não dar vazão a esse devaneio ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se foi apenas um sonho ou se um dia será realidade : &amp;nbsp;Isso só o tempo nos dirá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-9091590070493388490?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/9091590070493388490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=9091590070493388490' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9091590070493388490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9091590070493388490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/06/vazio-desesperado.html' title='Vazio desesperado'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1905765166138954884</id><published>2011-06-19T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:35:19.662-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Quando paramos no meio do caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Delicia de escrita. Não para não. Não para nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sem nome, com nome antigo ou novo, é muito bom ler o que você escreve amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Continue. Com uma frase, ou muitos parágrafos. Mas não deixe ir embora essa vontade única de colocar em letras o que no pensamento voa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes a vontade surge. Mas o cansaço, preguiça, afazeres, a faz ir embora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes um incentivo, nos faz olhar para nós mesmos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E observamos o quanto estamos perdendo da vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seja em guardanapos de barzinho, em contracapa de agenda, em blogs, em emails, cartas ou cartões de aniversário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não deixarmos a vontade sufocada pela rotina é um desafio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171025; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/1957602051519106350-1905765166138954884?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.brunacelia.com/' title='Quando paramos no meio do caminho'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1905765166138954884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1905765166138954884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1905765166138954884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1905765166138954884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-paramos-no-meio-do-caminho.html' title='Quando paramos no meio do caminho'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7183321810956513180</id><published>2011-04-24T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:39:55.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia em que o tempo morreu.</title><content type='html'>Horas no domingo a fio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que era as 17 .&lt;br /&gt;Mas começou a escurecer e vi que o relógio tinha parado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai pensei que o tempo tinha morrido mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse dia eu era bem pequena.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, no espaço que minha mãe me deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo todo que eu tinha, começou a se esvair dali.&lt;br /&gt;E vai embora a toda hora. Todo, todinho, na hora.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já perdi o domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Dia desses foram trinta anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o tempo perde. Encontramos sentidos. Sentir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69g1jZ5xr9E/TbTCz8ckPjI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/qgWMV9R_PwI/s1600/20-01-08_1557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69g1jZ5xr9E/TbTCz8ckPjI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/qgWMV9R_PwI/s1600/20-01-08_1557.jpg" /&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/1957602051519106350-7183321810956513180?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7183321810956513180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7183321810956513180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7183321810956513180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7183321810956513180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-dia-em-que-o-tempo-morreu.html' title='O dia em que o tempo morreu.'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69g1jZ5xr9E/TbTCz8ckPjI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/qgWMV9R_PwI/s72-c/20-01-08_1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-2420484119477610160</id><published>2011-04-10T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:36:04.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas do domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/U_PprMPJ1LU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_PprMPJ1LU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_PprMPJ1LU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancei !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/3n5Nbive2Dw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n5Nbive2Dw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n5Nbive2Dw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chorei .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-2420484119477610160?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2420484119477610160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2420484119477610160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2420484119477610160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2420484119477610160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/musicas-do-domingo.html' title='Músicas do domingo'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1163700168823049371</id><published>2011-04-10T19:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:31:56.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deu branco ...</title><content type='html'>Me lembro agora que os bad boys sempre me atrairam. E colecionei nomes e histórias de típicos cafajestes. Não que tenha me relacionado com eles, mas de alguma forma platônica ou real, sim. Todos fizeram parte da construção do meu esteriótipo do homem "ideal para mim":&lt;div&gt;- Aquele que matava aula na oitava série para cabular aula e jogar futebol na pracinha, ali ao lado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Os que participam dos grêmios revolucionários achando que sua voz mudaria o mundo. Anti capital. Anti social. Anti coca cola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Os músicos, artistas, tatuados universitários, os que enchiam a cara e escreviam poesias em guardanapos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Os new hippies que acampavam e tocavam violão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualquer tipo que nossos pais desaprovariam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nenhum deles, me instigavam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o relacionamento começava a ficar sério, eu também perdia a graça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não queria mais nada. Largava tudo. Sonhos, sogra, escova de dente. Tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E partia em busca de minha solitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas amigas todas me diziam que me casaria com um homem totalmente diferente de mim: um certinho. Contido. Comedido. Analítico. Pés no chão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me imaginei casando, de branco, no altar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flores, véu, grinalda, lua de mel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casa, conquistas filhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas esse homem deveria caber na forminha que criei para ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante todo esse tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deveria ser meu bad boy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi quando em um momento desprevenido, conheci meu marido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um encaixe nada dentro daqueles dogmas de homem ideal para mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu jeito calmo e despretensioso de quem queria uma aventura com uma menina meio maluquinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todo frisson da conquista foi se estacionando num estar tão acalantador, que fomos ficando, ficando, namorando na mesma cidade, namorando a distancia, morando junto em kitnet apertadinha, morando junto em apartamento maior, comprando apartamento, pagando as contas, dividindo sonhos, sonhando com futuro em comum,  fazendo planos diferentes e deixando pra resolver depois, por que  a vida é só agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não casei de branco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alias nem casei. Fiz contrato! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ele é o homem com quem hoje divido meus momentos, e é bom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um dia rolar de casa bonitinho, com família e festa e benção e lua de mel, vai ser ótimo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bom não pensar em formato pré definidos de vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final das contas não temos manual a seguir, não é mesmo ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1163700168823049371?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1163700168823049371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1163700168823049371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1163700168823049371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1163700168823049371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/deu-branco.html' title='Deu branco ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-168362979997780007</id><published>2011-01-18T16:35:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:05:57.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chico Buarque : &lt;/div&gt;Como sempre dizendo o que gostaríamos de ter dito antes .&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Até o Fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando nasci veio um anjo safado&lt;br /&gt;O chato do querubim&lt;br /&gt;E decretou que eu estava predestinado&lt;br /&gt;A ser errado assim&lt;br /&gt;Já de saída a minha estrada entortou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;"inda" garoto deixei de ir à escola&lt;br /&gt;Cassaram meu boletim&lt;br /&gt;Não sou ladrão , eu não sou bom de bola&lt;br /&gt;Nem posso ouvir clarim&lt;br /&gt;Um bom futuro é o que jamais me esperou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso&lt;br /&gt;Virei cantor de festim&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe contou que eu faço um bruto sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Em quixeramobim&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como o maracatu começou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Por conta de umas questões paralelas&lt;br /&gt;Quebraram meu bandolim&lt;br /&gt;Não querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas&lt;br /&gt;E a minha voz chinfrim&lt;br /&gt;Criei barriga, a minha mula empacou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Não tem cigarro acabou minha renda&lt;br /&gt;Deu praga no meu capim&lt;br /&gt;Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda&lt;br /&gt;O que será de mim ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem lembro "pronde" mesmo que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Como já disse era um anjo safado&lt;br /&gt;O chato dum querubim&lt;br /&gt;Que decretou que eu estava predestinado&lt;br /&gt;A ser todo ruim&lt;br /&gt;Já de saída a minha estrada entortou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou até o fim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALVE CHICO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-168362979997780007?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJYbje-UGto&amp;NR=1' title='Até o fim'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/168362979997780007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=168362979997780007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/168362979997780007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/168362979997780007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/01/ate-o-fim.html' title='Até o fim'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7221515959153615243</id><published>2011-01-15T17:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:12:57.089-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Cisne Negro (Black Swan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TTH5P6y5nPI/AAAAAAAAG04/eql4SkBAHRY/s1600/cisne-negro-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TTH5P6y5nPI/AAAAAAAAG04/eql4SkBAHRY/s320/cisne-negro-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562501066655374578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excelentes indicações e boas críticas a respeito é a prévia que eu tinha do filme.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia que se tratava de balé (acho lindo filme de dança), mas por se tratar de Natalie Portman encarei na melhor da ambição. Mas confesso, sempre ficar um pouco frustada quando minha expectativa é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas impressões positivas foram :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Super "slim", uma digna bailarina, é vísivel a preparação física e técnica de Natalie Portman. Que ficou linda, magra, bailarina, louca, confusa, nesse filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vincent Cassel ( marido lindo da tão linda quanto Monica Bellucci, que atuam juntos no polêmico Irreversível )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A cena pra lá de sensual, agressiva e viajante entre Natalie Portman e Mila Kunis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trama principal, Nina ( Natalie) uma bailarina um tanto quanto frágil e indefesa que vai além dos seus limites para conquistar seus objetivos.  Ela ficou tão envolta de influências externas e sua psique aterrorizada  com a ideia de ser perfeita em sua atuação. Esquizofrenia ? Bulimia ? De tudo um pouco. Mas faltou. Na verdade acho que o roteirista se perdeu entre as perversidades e patologias dos personagens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe (Barbara Hershey) que se abdica da paixão pela dança para cuidar de sua filha e projeta nela suas conquistas artísticas. Além de sua relação super  protetora e incestuosa com a filha ( Incestuosa foi impressão minha ? Ou mais alguém viu isso também ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Diretor artístico (Vincent Cassel )   que a envolve em um jogo de sedução assim como as outras bailarinas, prepotente e "Don Juan" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mila Kunis é sua concorrente no papel principal do espetátulo, e na verdade um me confundi um pouco na posição do personagem, ora pacífico, ora ameaçador .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Winona Ryder faz o papel da bailarina que se aposenta para dar espaço a uma nova estrela (Natalie) papel medíocre e com poucas aparições. A parte engraçada fica na cena em que Natalie rouba umas peças do camarin da bailarina veterana ( papéis trocados ? ahahahaa ) . Maldade minha. Winona já me divertiu muito nas telinhas e acho que merece um papel de destaque nos seus próximos trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso. Apesar de ter ficado com gosto de "pouco", se querem minha opinião : Assistam!!&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá arrependimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7221515959153615243?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7221515959153615243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7221515959153615243' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7221515959153615243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7221515959153615243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2011/01/cisne-negro-black-swan.html' title='Cisne Negro (Black Swan)'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TTH5P6y5nPI/AAAAAAAAG04/eql4SkBAHRY/s72-c/cisne-negro-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7464441280181971267</id><published>2010-12-19T22:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:20:32.453-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Resolvi</title><content type='html'>Resolvi que final de ano é sempre tempo de muita reflexão&lt;br /&gt;E por isso todos eles me deixam um tanto quanto nostálgica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revirando o baú das lembranças, fazendo aquele balanço chato&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que queria ter e não tive&lt;br /&gt;Do que sonhei ser e não fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe alguém por perto passando pelas mesmas contabilidades que a gente&lt;br /&gt;Que nos supreende com comentários tão honestos que se fossem feitos em MAIO OU JULHO não aconteceria nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em Dezembro, nos cai como bigorna na alma&lt;br /&gt;E pesa&lt;br /&gt;E dói&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz ficar tão ingratas de tudo que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E brigamos, falamos coisas que sentimos lá no fundinho&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos quietos&lt;br /&gt;Viramos inimigos receosos e dormimos no quarto ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechamos a porta e choramos sinceramente,&lt;br /&gt;por não ter o que queremos e não ser o que sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E resolvemos, que no ano que vem será tudo diferente ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7464441280181971267?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7464441280181971267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7464441280181971267' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7464441280181971267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7464441280181971267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolvi.html' title='Resolvi'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7901606008590544350</id><published>2010-06-30T13:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:48:14.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TCt0E6g1EMI/AAAAAAAAGv8/mAjgrWi9sMI/s1600/tumblr_l1ckm2Pspv1qbg1wlo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TCt0E6g1EMI/AAAAAAAAGv8/mAjgrWi9sMI/s400/tumblr_l1ckm2Pspv1qbg1wlo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488608198656331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia acordei querendo algo mais : CASAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade de se fazer nescessário na vida de alguém: PURA ILUSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é um estado que mantém, mas dessa fusão sempre resta: AMIZADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não desacredito em relacionamentos de longas datas. &lt;br /&gt;Monogamia é maior lobotomia, gente!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você desliga aquela partezinha de DIVERSÕES SOLTEIRAS e buscas pela BALADA INESQUECÍVEL e parte pela busca comum, CASA / SEGURANÇA / PROTEÇÃO, e é lindo. &lt;br /&gt;Mas não se iluda. Você envelhece uns 10 anos depois que casa .&lt;br /&gt;E passa economizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economiza tempo na sogra:  "Almoço de domingo em família".&lt;br /&gt;Economiza sexo: "Hoje não tô cansada, pode ser amanhã? " .&lt;br /&gt;Economiza dinheiro : " Hum... levo essa lingerie linda, ou guardo para o ágio do apt? "&lt;br /&gt;Economiza amigas : " Vamos marcar o happy hour para outro dia ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURA ILUSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tantas, mas tantas pessoas carentonas e sem ter o que fazer no sábado chuvoso a noite. Que ai, sim vejo que fiz a melhor escolha para o momento.&lt;br /&gt;E descubro que PERMANECER é mais importante que ESTAR.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo, lá no fundinho ( não da calcinha gente, não sou pervetida) eu sinto que algo poderia ser mais que um permanecer gostosinho, meia boca, para eu estar mais emocianante e cheia de paixão (tesão?) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIZADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, papagaio loro do bico dourado, leva essa cartinha pro meu namorado ... Nãooo! Para tudo.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo tá torto, o passado já é morto, e os homens ?&lt;br /&gt;Os que restam ? Ou os que realmente são?&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ESTÃO.&lt;br /&gt;Só restam os cafajestes que se camuflam de mocinhos e nos fazem passar de um estágio de chapeuzinho a lobo mau assim ó , num estalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto minha amiga :&lt;br /&gt;Se tem, segura.&lt;br /&gt;Se é bom, amarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tá acabando ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7901606008590544350?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7901606008590544350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7901606008590544350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7901606008590544350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7901606008590544350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-nos.html' title='sobre nós'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/TCt0E6g1EMI/AAAAAAAAGv8/mAjgrWi9sMI/s72-c/tumblr_l1ckm2Pspv1qbg1wlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4938221234614813540</id><published>2010-03-25T18:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:05:54.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaço de chuva</title><content type='html'>Numa manhã ensolarada fiz um pedaço de chuva no canto da janela, para combinar mais comigo.E a chuva tomou conta do dia todo, disse que a tarde era dela, chovia tanto que a tarde não aguentou e virou noite. A noite fria de chuva dizia que já era dia: Pra chuva ir embora. Mas ela não ia ! &lt;br /&gt;O dia começou nublado, para combinar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;A chuva tomou conta. &lt;br /&gt;Pode fazer sol agora.&lt;br /&gt;Já ta chovendo aqui dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4938221234614813540?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4938221234614813540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4938221234614813540' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4938221234614813540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4938221234614813540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2010/03/pedaco-de-chuva.html' title='Pedaço de chuva'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5191245837474781712</id><published>2010-02-05T14:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:08:22.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/S2xCC-PvomI/AAAAAAAAGjY/D5YVLNVO7aQ/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2010/02/fui.html' title='fui.'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/S2xCC-PvomI/AAAAAAAAGjY/D5YVLNVO7aQ/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4342568050466291696</id><published>2010-02-05T14:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:01:04.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acontece.</title><content type='html'>O que era invísivel, &lt;br /&gt;agora resolveu aparacer.&lt;br /&gt;E me persegue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai.&lt;br /&gt;Ou vem de uma vez ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4342568050466291696?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4342568050466291696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4342568050466291696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4342568050466291696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4342568050466291696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2010/02/acontece.html' title='Acontece.'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5011669347150274200</id><published>2009-11-10T22:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:44:45.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKOUT</title><content type='html'>APAGOU TUDO EM MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;ACHEI QUE FOSSE UM SINAL &lt;br /&gt;ACHEI QUE FOSSE TEMPORAL&lt;br /&gt;QUE INUMDAVA MEU ROSTO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E MINHA VONTADE DE SORRIR E CLAREAR TUDO EM VOLTA &lt;br /&gt;SE APAGA EM TODA CIDADE &lt;br /&gt;AQUI &lt;br /&gt;EM GOIÁS &lt;br /&gt;NO ESTADO DE SÃO PAULO &lt;br /&gt;ME SENTINDO&lt;br /&gt;TORTA &lt;br /&gt;PORTA &lt;br /&gt;MORTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME APAGUEM POR FAVOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHA LUZ É VC &lt;br /&gt;E SEMPRE SOUBE EU &lt;br /&gt;QUE ESSA CO-DEPENDENCIA &lt;br /&gt;UM DIA AINDA VAI ME APAGAR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHAS CARACTERISTICAS QUE ANTES &lt;br /&gt;ERA ATÉ UM CHARMINHO &lt;br /&gt;HOJE VC ME DIZ QUE DEVO PARAR&lt;br /&gt;DE SER ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;TÃO ALEGRE E APRESSADINHA &lt;br /&gt;SE SER FELIZ E NÃO PENSAR . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOA NOITE ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5011669347150274200?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oglobo.globo.com/pais/mat/2009/11/10/varios-estados-brasileiros-sofrem-com-falta-de-luz-914696590.asp' title='BLACKOUT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5011669347150274200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5011669347150274200' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5011669347150274200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5011669347150274200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/11/blackout.html' title='BLACKOUT'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4709097589320536769</id><published>2009-09-27T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:30:35.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa de bar distante ...</title><content type='html'>CRIS : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se chega a ser um defeito grave, mas percebo que, no dia a dia, tem sido frequente a minha inflexibilidade a partilhar momentos com quem nada me acrescente. Juro que me acho um E.T., por diversas vezes…Parece que não sou daqui, ainda que sendo um ser humano como tantos outros. Tenho as minhas vaidades (aquelas coisas de mulherzinha), mas não chego a gastar 1 minuto em conversas acerca de futilidades femininas que beiram o fundo do poço da superficialidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa indústria da estética serve para maquiar a pele e a mente de um bando de homens e mulheres que preferem fugir da velhice como o diabo corre da cruz! Cheguei a essa conclusão após, apenas ouvi, e não participar de um papo do tipo: “depois que se tem filhos, o corpo fica isso….depois dos 40 anos a pele fica aquilo” POMBAS!! É evidente que com o correr dos ponteiros do relógio, correm também os ponteiros de nossas vidas. Mas por que é tão ruim chegar a chamada melhor idade? Por que…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU: &lt;br /&gt;Amiga querida ... &lt;br /&gt;Adorei , alias te adoro minha amiga Etzeinha preferida !! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de fazer uma super poupança vaidade. para levantar o que o tempo insiste em deixar cair . Concordo ( em partes menos flácidas ) contigo. Bjoe fica aqui minha saudade e vontade de discutir esse tema em um bar imundo da Lapa !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4709097589320536769?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4709097589320536769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4709097589320536769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4709097589320536769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4709097589320536769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversa-de-bar-distante.html' title='Conversa de bar distante ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1488582771549906574</id><published>2009-09-27T21:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:16:32.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga Fran ,</title><content type='html'>Como tá? Onde tá ? Lapa ? E O Lipe? E a vida ??&lt;br /&gt;Ai amiga, minha vida tá assim. Casa, trabalho, trabalho e casa. Saidas de vez em quando. Sempre de marido e de juízo. Pois é tô bem diferente ajuizada, as vezes chata, até comigo mesma. Trabalho feliz e cansativo. Sou gerentaaaaaaaaaa de uma agência de publicidade, filia de uma mega agência ( Mega assim : aqui em GO né, rss). Moro em Goiania e trabalho em Anapolis. Vou mudar para Anapolis. Voltei estudar, parei e ano que vem volto de novo. Estamos juntando din din para ir pro Rio final do ano. vai viajar ? Quero te ver . Bjocass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1488582771549906574?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1488582771549906574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1488582771549906574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1488582771549906574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1488582771549906574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/09/amiga-fran.html' title='Amiga Fran ,'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-6111590608676618007</id><published>2009-07-05T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:25:32.892-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWESLEY%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Estranhos doces momentos que passam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Jaz. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;O mais puro sentir se despede.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Tchau.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei o que acontece, mas acontece.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Doce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;O mais provável que volte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Volta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;E se voltar te espero.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Mereço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Essa minha felicidade que não se compra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Sem preço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Fico na minha saudade de te ter mais uma vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000; text-align: center;"&gt;Adormeço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-6111590608676618007?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6111590608676618007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=6111590608676618007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6111590608676618007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6111590608676618007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/blusinha-polo-bordada.html' title='Mais'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-823073499695046046</id><published>2009-07-05T21:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:28:13.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali no asfalto</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWESLEY%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Até parece fantasia, um matinho que insiste em viver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meio ao asfalto, pra mim já é poesia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O vento que sopra devagar faz o verde ali dançar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com verdadeira maestria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( Anne Passada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-823073499695046046?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/823073499695046046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=823073499695046046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/823073499695046046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/823073499695046046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='Ali no asfalto'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-3435278157647747416</id><published>2009-07-05T20:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:26:57.093-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SlE8ETtN-TI/AAAAAAAAFrU/E9q8CLa0tto/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWESLEY%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWESLEY%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O começo de um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O condicionamento da mente voltada para as coisas boas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vida .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A consciência da morte nos leva a viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah mortalidade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorrir para os detalhes e saber que um dia me vou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei para onde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei como &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei por que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas vou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como todos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazer as pazes com s vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois ela sempre esta indo embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te amo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me amo  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;( Anne no passado!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-3435278157647747416?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3435278157647747416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=3435278157647747416' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3435278157647747416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3435278157647747416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/blusinha-branca.html' title='No passado'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7275472276294692632</id><published>2009-07-05T12:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:21:57.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui começa o " Mundo Anne Mado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7275472276294692632?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7275472276294692632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7275472276294692632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7275472276294692632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7275472276294692632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/aqui-comeca-o-mundo-anne-mado.html' title='Aqui começa o &quot; Mundo Anne Mado&quot;'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-3319712300344470474</id><published>2009-05-09T22:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:42:52.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você também</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWESLEY%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ando com minhas passionalidades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pacientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Elas só se comunicam comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Com meus pensamentos voando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Enquanto finco meus pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ando de ré muitas vezes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas fazer o que se não consigo me segurar nessa vontade que tenho de explodir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Explode meus anseios inacabados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Meus sonhos autistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Explode minha vontade de mudar o mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Meu salário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Explode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E de repente escuto um "Não desista" ou "Faça algo por você” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; De um amigo que há muito não vejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Essas palavras me desafiam como se fosse aqueles livros motivacionais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que até me desafiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas a vontade de mudar algo em minha vida é tão constante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Permanente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que preciso de algo mais motivador, novos ares, não sei. Porém que me de um combustível, para minha busca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nova casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nova cidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Novo emprego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Olhar com novos olhos o que já não é mais novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Difícil né ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pra você também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-3319712300344470474?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3319712300344470474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=3319712300344470474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3319712300344470474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3319712300344470474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/05/pra-voce-tambem.html' title='Pra você também'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8937196553277043122</id><published>2009-01-28T11:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:26:14.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Namerda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um conselho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fosse bom mesmo eu vendia, principalmente em tempo de crise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ninguém compra, vai lá:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" A HISTORIA COMEÇA ASSIM, UMA MAMÃE PÁSSARO FUGINDO DE UM PREDADOR LEVAVA SEU FILHOTE NAS GARRAS, QUANDO SE VIU ENCURRALADA ESCONDEU O FILHOTE EM UM MONTE DE MERDA. ESTE POR SUA VEZ DESESPERADO COM O FEDOR DA BOSTA, ABRIU O BICO E POI-SE A PIAR. O PREDADOR APÓS COMER SUA MAMÃE AINDA COM MUITA FOME, OLHOU DE ONDE VINHA O BARULHO E OBA!! SOBREMESA, TIROU OPASSARINHO DA MERDA E PLAFT COMEU TUDINHO!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral da história :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre quem te joga na merda, quer seu mal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como nem sempre quem te tira, quer seu bem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E principalmente se você tiver na merda: BICO CALADO !! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PENSEM NISSO !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, bora pedir pro "Santo Obama" nos tirar dessa fedentina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que com tanto espetáculo por causa de um presidente, tá faltando o Papa canonizar ele em vida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva o Circo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dai-me o Pão ... (integral se possível!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbJ273oaI/AAAAAAAADcA/hLRpeWpxUGE/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbi4V-reI/AAAAAAAADcI/-e6pVoiEdC8/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333816585956834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbi4V-reI/AAAAAAAADcI/-e6pVoiEdC8/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pra nossa diversão Lego de Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbi4V-reI/AAAAAAAADcI/-e6pVoiEdC8/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbi4V-reI/AAAAAAAADcI/-e6pVoiEdC8/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8937196553277043122?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8937196553277043122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=8937196553277043122' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8937196553277043122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8937196553277043122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/namerda.html' title='Namerda'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SYBbi4V-reI/AAAAAAAADcI/-e6pVoiEdC8/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5403122377629457447</id><published>2009-01-27T16:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:13:40.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar &amp; Cia , sente a maresia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SX9M3W_myJI/AAAAAAAADb4/uTP7KfPovGE/s1600-h/24-05-07_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296036200759871634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SX9M3W_myJI/AAAAAAAADb4/uTP7KfPovGE/s400/24-05-07_1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SX9MtdG8KxI/AAAAAAAADbw/ZUK70An4VOU/s1600-h/24-05-07_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu pedi uma imagem GRANDE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...........................................................E SAIU ISSO ^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha cabeça dói &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...........................................................SINUSITE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu emprego não é rentável &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........................................................CURRICULUM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho saudades,urgências, carências, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vontade de mochilar, de ter $, de emagrecer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ter 18 anos, de fazer xuxesso, de comer chocolate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........................................................SOSSEGA A PERIQUITA !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acima, foto do teto do CCBB no Rio de Janeiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;............................................................VONTADE DEMAIS DO MAR, SÓ ISSO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nunca tanto tempo longe, vou colocar água na bacia e encher de sal! Assim lavo minha alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5403122377629457447?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5403122377629457447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5403122377629457447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5403122377629457447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5403122377629457447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-pedi-uma-imagem-grande-e-saiu-isso.html' title='Mar &amp; Cia , sente a maresia'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SX9M3W_myJI/AAAAAAAADb4/uTP7KfPovGE/s72-c/24-05-07_1049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-902110611455245849</id><published>2009-01-11T20:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:02:57.016-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uns porquês ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SWp6c5f8-iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-Npm8Ss04I/s1600-h/Imagem+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SWp6c5f8-iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-Npm8Ss04I/s320/Imagem+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290175349189835298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porcaria assim diria&lt;br /&gt;Unhas roídas&lt;br /&gt;Coisas á fazer que nunca terminam ...&lt;br /&gt;E só acumulo:&lt;br /&gt;roupas pra passar, papéis pra digitar, aniversários pra lembrar, neuroses pra esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Por quanto tempo cuidarei de minhas urgências secundárias e serei menos Eu por dentro?&lt;br /&gt;Por assim sendo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns questionamentos com o Paulo que amo.&lt;br /&gt;E também está assim sem saber por quê.&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar esmalte vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim ruborizo minha alma e me sinto viva ...&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade de alguma coisa que não sei por quê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1957602051519106350-902110611455245849?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/902110611455245849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=902110611455245849' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/902110611455245849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/902110611455245849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/uns-porqus.html' title='Uns porquês ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SWp6c5f8-iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-Npm8Ss04I/s72-c/Imagem+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-2542344286732501741</id><published>2008-12-31T01:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:21:13.959-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ai vai ou vão ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SVrlE_i30CI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/njPhFG0_yqs/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SVrlE_i30CI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/njPhFG0_yqs/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788986612633634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra ano e sai ano ...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tava lá&lt;br /&gt;Agora cá&lt;br /&gt;GOIÂNIA&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, assim estaria&lt;br /&gt;Vida pintada de outras cores&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade em tons pastéis&lt;br /&gt;Desejos efervecentes de "divertir"&lt;br /&gt;Ora bloqueados pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pelos ventos que aqui me trouxeram&lt;br /&gt;Quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Paz em 2009&lt;br /&gt;e mais&lt;br /&gt;do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;assim ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-2542344286732501741?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2542344286732501741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2542344286732501741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2542344286732501741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2542344286732501741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-ai-vai-ou-vo.html' title='Por ai vai ou vão ?'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SVrlE_i30CI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/njPhFG0_yqs/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5318068967365559579</id><published>2008-12-19T23:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:35:57.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CROCHÊ DA MEIA NOITE (BY MARCELETA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;André diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chove seco nessa bosta&lt;br /&gt;nessa bosta chove seco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;André diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se caisse água do céu&lt;br /&gt;menos bosta, mais chuvisco&lt;br /&gt;menos gente, menos nada&lt;br /&gt;garrafa tomada&lt;br /&gt;é que vale o poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poema nao vale nada  que nem pedaço de vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tira o dedo da tomada e veras que tem contento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida segue a seco a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisera eu fosse à vapor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim podia ter mais alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anne diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa coisa chamada AMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5318068967365559579?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5318068967365559579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5318068967365559579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5318068967365559579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5318068967365559579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/12/croch-da-meia-noite.html' title='CROCHÊ DA MEIA NOITE (BY MARCELETA)'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1660000721637684783</id><published>2008-12-17T10:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:02:40.909-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCÊ X VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>As vezes não sabemos da intensidade de sermos SÓ&lt;br /&gt;mas somos todos nascemos assim&lt;br /&gt;Durmo junto todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Divido casa e alguma agonia&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou só&lt;br /&gt;E me sinto como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou observando por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Está sendo bom&lt;br /&gt;Existem coisas que eu crio&lt;br /&gt;Outras fazem parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;O importante é saber estar com vc&lt;br /&gt;Vc com vc mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O que pra mim é o mais dificil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos amigos pra dividir passionalidades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1660000721637684783?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1660000721637684783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1660000721637684783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1660000721637684783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1660000721637684783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/12/voc-x-voc.html' title='VOCÊ X VOCÊ'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-9148201916872192991</id><published>2008-11-28T12:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:06:01.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NóisNoNoise II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAHMgrXzxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cugJ6woPuUk/s1600-h/P9110195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAHMgrXzxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cugJ6woPuUk/s200/P9110195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723075162525458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAG3fPs_tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jEqfmjRp1VQ/s1600-h/P9090135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAG3fPs_tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jEqfmjRp1VQ/s200/P9090135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722714000785106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem mandou ser tão alto poxa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAH0eqkuYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yhAhDY4Wy30/s1600-h/PB230450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAH0eqkuYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yhAhDY4Wy30/s200/PB230450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723761817074050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esmagando Tinês no almoço de domingo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-9148201916872192991?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/9148201916872192991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=9148201916872192991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9148201916872192991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9148201916872192991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/noisenonoise.html' title='NóisNoNoise II'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/STAHMgrXzxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cugJ6woPuUk/s72-c/P9110195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-2914785250661575558</id><published>2008-11-24T20:22:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:05:16.804-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NóisNoNoise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NóisNoNoise&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSsryBLIxrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RBkviX_C290/s1600-h/P9110203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272355927075899058" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSsryBLIxrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RBkviX_C290/s320/P9110203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSspq60TppI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FI-G3n6F_GA/s1600-h/P9110201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne, AMP, sábado pós cólica em festival de rock rebeldim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bebendo sprite o tempo todo! Com vodka, clarooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecília, blusinha de quadrado coloridos, sábado pós sexta, descoberta incrível sobre "dentim".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mineira, bebe Ypioca mesmo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSstD5s1v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KUbTwkjsEac/s1600-h/P9110202.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WesleyAcidHead muito compenetrado em show . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quer conversar. Não faz pose para foto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AcidHead ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu marido gente, nadaaaa muito sociável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu oposto complementar&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSstD5s1v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KUbTwkjsEac/s1600-h/P9110202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272357333819047842" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 252px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSstD5s1v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KUbTwkjsEac/s320/P9110202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-2914785250661575558?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2914785250661575558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2914785250661575558' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2914785250661575558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2914785250661575558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/nisnonoise.html' title='NóisNoNoise'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSsryBLIxrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RBkviX_C290/s72-c/P9110203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7512337569245892799</id><published>2008-11-17T16:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:18:48.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo e Vindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSG1MnYeVzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-88Yh6QC-w4/s1600-h/15-12-07_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692267334883122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSG1MnYeVzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-88Yh6QC-w4/s320/15-12-07_1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em busca do caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje me peguei em fragmentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre em torno de mim existe alguma alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas nunca ninguem me viu de verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou tentou escutar minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sofreu com minhas derrotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juntou meus cacos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez remendos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E me colocou de volta na estante&lt;br /&gt;Onde fica todo o caminho de volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que observe melhor minha estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E enxergue o que realmente perdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero os brinquedos bem cuidados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admiraveis cadernos com cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tristezas com gosto de infancia&lt;br /&gt;Perfume do cafe da manha posto na mesa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um acordar como princesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma histÓria para ninar&lt;br /&gt;Onde deixei meu romance de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha pureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estaria minha inocência perdida&lt;br /&gt;Romancear um final feliz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tão triste quanto sê-lo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7512337569245892799?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7512337569245892799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=7512337569245892799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7512337569245892799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/7512337569245892799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/em-busca-do-caminho-hoje-me-peguei-em.html' title='Indo e Vindo'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SSG1MnYeVzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-88Yh6QC-w4/s72-c/15-12-07_1744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4101676621799141284</id><published>2008-11-14T13:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:48:22.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SR2c9A7GqmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XEJLvxHHMZM/s1600-h/P5040178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539711127202402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SR2c9A7GqmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XEJLvxHHMZM/s400/P5040178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words like violence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come crashing in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nto my little world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painful to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierce right through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever neededIs here in my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can only do harm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vows are spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings are intense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are trivial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleasures remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So does the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And forgettable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is here in my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can only do harm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes é necessário um pouco de você para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escute a musica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance na sala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fique sem palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divirta-se em seu silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ócio um pouco criativo&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/1957602051519106350-4101676621799141284?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4101676621799141284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4101676621799141284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4101676621799141284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4101676621799141284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/enjoy-silence.html' title='Enjoy The Silence'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SR2c9A7GqmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XEJLvxHHMZM/s72-c/P5040178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4472852157333773441</id><published>2008-11-12T21:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:37:19.917-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que fazer sem eles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRtm0c-gmsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PHlnAdMOV2g/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267917240457534146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRtm0c-gmsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PHlnAdMOV2g/s400/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando voce muda de cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando voce recomeça uma nova vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando voce pensa no que deixou para trás&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando voce pensa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pensa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voce descobre que deveria ter feito mais pelos seus amigos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saudade nostalgica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só isso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4472852157333773441?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4472852157333773441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4472852157333773441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4472852157333773441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4472852157333773441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-fazer-sem-eles.html' title='O que fazer sem eles?'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRtm0c-gmsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PHlnAdMOV2g/s72-c/DSC02126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1946735499610599794</id><published>2008-11-11T16:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:20:22.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRnLSvnp25I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Z_P1VlAm7Hs/s1600-h/feira+do+livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267464762067377042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRnLSvnp25I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Z_P1VlAm7Hs/s320/feira+do+livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feira do Livro Palmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Sem nada p/ falar ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só estraguei os hamburgueres de lentilha do Wesley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tem monte de roupa pra passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tem cortiça pra pregar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que vou me movimentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não a noite não tem ... &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/1957602051519106350-1946735499610599794?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1946735499610599794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1946735499610599794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1946735499610599794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1946735499610599794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/feira-do-livro-palmas.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRnLSvnp25I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Z_P1VlAm7Hs/s72-c/feira+do+livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5917155745966663887</id><published>2008-11-06T14:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:19:36.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRMXWfKhLmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rscPWL-PB6A/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578064416419426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRMXWfKhLmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rscPWL-PB6A/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Last night she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Baby, I feel so down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and turned me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I feel left out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I, I turned around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, baby, I don't care no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking out that door" &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 align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fui atrás pela mesma porta ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gira&lt;br /&gt;Gira o mundo e eu vim parar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração que disse&lt;br /&gt;Ele me disse e eu ouvi&lt;br /&gt;Ele batia mais forte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escutei apenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes falamos muito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes as pessoas vão embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes podemos ir também &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes acordamos sorrindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes nem sempre a gente é feliz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas escutar o coração é preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que nos faz sorrir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A você marido Balaio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me acorda chorando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e me faz dormir sorrindo !!! &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/1957602051519106350-5917155745966663887?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5917155745966663887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5917155745966663887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5917155745966663887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5917155745966663887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-nite-last-night-she-said-oh-baby-i.html' title='Last'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRMXWfKhLmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rscPWL-PB6A/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5005792393300643901</id><published>2008-10-28T11:14:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:25:25.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDA O MUDO</title><content type='html'>ou seria muda o mundo ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;saco, chuva, tédio, ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ansiedade, tédio, chuva, saco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ansietédio, chuvaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;chuvédio, ansaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;VOCÊ JÁ ADQUIRIU SUA SACOLA RETORNÁVEL ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ DIMINUIU A CARNE VERMELHA ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ SEPAROU SEU LIXO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ RECICLOU SEUS PAPÉIS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ TIROU OS PARELHOS DO STAND-BY ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ USOU PRODUTOS BIODEGRADÁVEIS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;JÁ REUTILIZOU A AGUA DA MÁQUINA DE LAVAR ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hora de mudar o mundo. Se não ele muda VOCÊ.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá na hora de mudar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou você tá mudo ??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5005792393300643901?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5005792393300643901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5005792393300643901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5005792393300643901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5005792393300643901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/muda-o-mudo.html' title='MUDA O MUDO'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8129200162408307819</id><published>2008-10-24T12:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:50:50.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muda Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para Tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cobramos atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cobramos mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cobramos dialógos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cobramos planejamentos traçados em planilha do Excel com gráfico de probabilidade e tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas não é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É tudo tão simples !"&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meu guru Fábio Souza diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Procure enxergar pelo foco do outro, se para você que expande as sensações é difícil, imagine para ele, que tanto se cobra e não se abre. E hoje, age contra os conceitos tantas vezes defendidos em prol de um músculo involuntário: SEU CORAÇÃO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me assusta ele não discutir futuro, ou salientar sua ansiedade pelo novo. Pense desde quando tudo começou, todo espaço de críticas por serem tão diferentes. Ele fechou a porta dos obstáculos, e abriu das possibilidades. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele não vai gritar que te ama. Ele vai sussurrar baixinho no seu ouvido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morre a Anne adolescente, nasce a Anne mulher. É uma decisão pra vida toda, não é fácil. Ele também vai crescer. E vocês estarão juntos. Por que serão um só. Então enxuga esse rosto e termine essa mudança, jogue fora o que você não precisa mais, enterre o que passou, é uma nova vida e você tem muita coisa para embalar ..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8129200162408307819?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8129200162408307819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=8129200162408307819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8129200162408307819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8129200162408307819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/muda-tudo.html' title='Muda Tudo'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8528701391795951689</id><published>2008-10-24T11:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:07:36.493-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passada</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou passada&lt;br /&gt;Passada de tanto passado&lt;br /&gt;Passada de tanta mudança&lt;br /&gt;Passada de ter que pensar em tudo&lt;br /&gt;Passada por que vou, pra ficar junto, e continuo me sentindo sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Passada mas amarga, por que uva quando passa fica doce&lt;br /&gt;Passada por que não sei o que ele pensa, se pensa, e não divide&lt;br /&gt;Passada mas amarrotada&lt;br /&gt;Como aquelas saias que torcemos até e ainda colocamos no fundo do armário&lt;br /&gt;E seu infinito, foi para mim uma ORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Infinito - Por Cristiane ( Fui no Tororó )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dorme no mais íntimo de minh’alma uma voz muda, que transforma meu pensamento em restos de folhas secas caídas pelo asfalto molhado. Não estou aqui em busca dos acasos e sim, da ponta do fio onde começam as incertezas e termina o meu sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Dorme no mais íntimo de mim uma felina com cujas garras afiadas, se defende e corta qualquer força maléfica que lhe cruzar o caminho. Ela se lança de qualquer abismo e cai certeira, como uma flecha, sobre a fúria que ronda a quem ela quer o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Dormem no espaço mais secreto de mim pedaços do que fui em outros tempos, muito antes de aqui chegar. São infinitos os fragmentos do passado que atravessam o presente, para mostrar que para cada fim existe um começo e que nada em vida qualquer pode ser tarde para recomeçar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8528701391795951689?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8528701391795951689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=8528701391795951689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8528701391795951689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8528701391795951689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/passada.html' title='Passada'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-3779977472146295232</id><published>2008-10-23T17:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:13:58.604-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um lugar por onde andei ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.expressocomborra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.expressocomborra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia mil&lt;br /&gt;do novo amigo&lt;br /&gt;Da capital do Brasil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-3779977472146295232?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3779977472146295232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=3779977472146295232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3779977472146295232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3779977472146295232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-um.html' title='Mais um lugar por onde andei ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4681177428889216336</id><published>2008-10-21T14:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:29:48.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô indo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me espera mais um pouco &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu soluço já não é mais o mesmo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô indo, Com medo de ir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade de ficar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não aqui, não no mar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em nenhum lugar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez me esconda debaixo da cama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra não ter que crescer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim Olho no espelho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não vejo mais a mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digo adeus a Terra do Nunca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca mais ser Triste  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca mais ser Sozinha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca mais ser A criança orfã &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me criei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mulher que sonha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mulher que brinca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mulher que quer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mulher que tem &lt;/em&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/1957602051519106350-4681177428889216336?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4681177428889216336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4681177428889216336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4681177428889216336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4681177428889216336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/t-indo.html' title='Tô indo ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5937208413333012851</id><published>2008-10-20T17:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:55:42.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Backup - A limpa do PC continua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguns lugares que não devo perder de vista :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://donajota.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://donajota.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeecoffeeshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coffeecoffeeshop.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopcoqueluxe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shopcoqueluxe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cumavirtual.com/"&gt;http://www.cumavirtual.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disantinni.com.br/"&gt;http://www.disantinni.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diabaquatro.com/listaprodutos"&gt;http://www.diabaquatro.com/listaprodutos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diluto.com/"&gt;http://www.diluto.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donarobaine.com.br/"&gt;http://www.donarobaine.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.euamovintage.com.br/"&gt;http://www.euamovintage.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folkclore.com.br/"&gt;http://www.folkclore.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://garimpobrecho.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garimpobrecho.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khoris.com/home.asp"&gt;http://www.khoris.com/home.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minhagaragesale.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.minhagaragesale.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netshoes.com.br/"&gt;http://www.netshoes.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://piorski.multiply.com/"&gt;http://piorski.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obra.art.br/"&gt;http://www.obra.art.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.punkstein.com/shop/"&gt;http://www.punkstein.com/shop/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theodora.com.br/"&gt;http://www.theodora.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theodoraonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.theodoraonline.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vintage-darling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vintage-darling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vitrinevirtual08.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vitrinevirtual08.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weare-mono.com/"&gt;http://www.weare-mono.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5937208413333012851?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4682323900253865610</id><published>2008-10-17T14:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:58:09.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de aniversário</title><content type='html'>O que esperar de um dia de aniversário :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Acordar se sentindo diferente&lt;br /&gt;2- Todas as atenções voltadas pra você&lt;br /&gt;3- Familia e amigos distantes te ligando incessavelmente&lt;br /&gt;4- Flores, presentes, abraços, mimos, surpresas&lt;br /&gt;5- Ligações a meia noite&lt;br /&gt;6- Retrospectiva&lt;br /&gt;7- Todo mundo querendo reunir para comemorar seu niver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4682323900253865610?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4682323900253865610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4682323900253865610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4682323900253865610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4682323900253865610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-de-aniversrio.html' title='Dia de aniversário'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-784645044847516837</id><published>2008-10-15T13:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:31:21.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SQjkCPEc8RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/z16beVn-wn8/s1600-h/casam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262706891638501650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SQjkCPEc8RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/z16beVn-wn8/s320/casam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LASANHA DE ESPINAFRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEMPO QUE NÃO PASSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E ESPERA QUE NÃO ACABA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QUANDO EI DE DESFRUTAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOMENTOS ENJOADOS COM VOCÊ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DOMINGO A TARDE VENDO TV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS E TUDO ACONTECE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VONTADE NASCE FLUTUAR DESAPARECE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E TENHO MUITA COISA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E TENHO MEDO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E AMEI VOCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EU E A TV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SEMPRE PASSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E VC TAMBEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VOLTA LOGO DE CARRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A PÉ OU DE TREM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OLHA A LUA TA BONITA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOJE É TERÇA FEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E NÃO TEM NADA NÃO&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/1957602051519106350-784645044847516837?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-7341579210359522920</id><published>2008-10-10T12:05:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:23:41.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugares por onde andei ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguns links que preciso tirar dos favoritos do computador da empresa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bons pra ler, ouvir, ver, viajar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desvairiosmentais.blogger.com.br/"&gt;http://www.desvairiosmentais.blogger.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desenblogue.com/"&gt;http://desenblogue.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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align="center"&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-7341579210359522920?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7341579210359522920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-2078069762336499014</id><published>2008-09-30T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:22:10.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Dia ! ? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/annecarolcajuzim"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/annecarolcajuzim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-2078069762336499014?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2078069762336499014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2078069762336499014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2078069762336499014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2078069762336499014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/bom-dia.html' title='Bom Dia ! ? ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-345209882646662469</id><published>2008-09-26T11:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:35:06.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Cinza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei na sexta feira&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta feira 26, que é o dobro de 13&lt;br /&gt;E que sinto a metade de mim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é aquele dia que acho que tudo poderia ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;E não é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é assim, por que os meus pés assim traçaram minha estrada&lt;br /&gt;E hoje sinto tanta falta&lt;br /&gt;De tanta gente que amo&lt;br /&gt;E dos sonhos de menina que matei&lt;br /&gt;Ou guardei, junto com as bonecas velhas e diários empoeirados&lt;br /&gt;Na caixa dos passados&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia assim vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com medo do meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Que acontece a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vontade de fechar os olhos e não abrir mais&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com pensamento pessímista&lt;br /&gt;Sem meu sorriso artista&lt;br /&gt;E minhas palavras de consolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje no meu dia, pode acontecer até alguma alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que não me conforto&lt;br /&gt;Meus dias todos somam quase 10.192&lt;br /&gt;É muito tempo que tenho para repensar&lt;br /&gt;Pra aventurar-me eu mais um projeto de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu dia tá tão insatisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo coloca defeito&lt;br /&gt;E quer mais tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;E exige isso de mim&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo, oriundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico assim sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou pecando mais em meu tempo que resta&lt;br /&gt;Se na tentiva do encontro&lt;br /&gt;Ou na certeza de que nada espera&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/1957602051519106350-345209882646662469?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/345209882646662469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=345209882646662469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/345209882646662469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/345209882646662469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje.html' title='Dia Cinza'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5064262247121588163</id><published>2008-09-25T17:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:13:26.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos, Dias não, tão logo ...</title><content type='html'>- Ta ai? Adorei o texto... me senti assim tb... é uma boa definiçao.... atalhos....&lt;br /&gt;- Tô.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby... se somos o atalho um do outro... quem é o caminho?&lt;br /&gt;- Talvez outra pessoa, talvez nós mesmos, talvez um ao outro. Não sei, a vida nos prega peças.&lt;br /&gt;- É .&lt;br /&gt;- Que no final montamos nosso quebra cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;- É.... quebra cabeças é com a gente mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;- Só sei q sou uma romantica sem cura! E nem quero mudar. Sabe o que eu quero ? O que te disse ontem.&lt;br /&gt;- Você sempre diz coisas demais.&lt;br /&gt;- Quero casa, animal, planta, dia a dia , criancas, marido, acampar com todo mundo, dinheiro, contas, esperança, amigos, jantares, mas tudo sem pressa ...&lt;br /&gt;- Filhos....&lt;br /&gt;- Hum, complicado.&lt;br /&gt;- Sabe que eu conseguia me ver como pai aos 18. Mas não consigo aos 30.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu quero saber do presente. Estou numa situação complicada agora. Melhor crescer primeiro, me descobrir ...&lt;br /&gt;- Nós somos as coisas que moram dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;- Preciso de uma ordem de despejo, existe muita coisa inútil aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;- Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes... Time to face the strain!&lt;br /&gt;- Cambia !!&lt;br /&gt;- Baby... vou sair.... fim de expediente...&lt;br /&gt;- Bjos amigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-5064262247121588163?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5064262247121588163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5064262247121588163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5064262247121588163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5064262247121588163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/dilogos-dias-no-to-logo.html' title='Diálogos, Dias não, tão logo ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1578221482099861602</id><published>2008-09-14T15:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:34:29.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero sempre mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero o amor que manda flores. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso do amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que planta, cultiva e colhe Em mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Olympia Salete Rodrigues]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1578221482099861602?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1578221482099861602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1578221482099861602' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1578221482099861602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1578221482099861602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/quero-sempre-mais.html' title='Quero sempre mais'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-658784954683822686</id><published>2008-09-09T12:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:00:59.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas histórias de alegria, alergia e coisas assim ...</title><content type='html'>Genten ...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma raivinha q o &lt;strong&gt;Uóesi &lt;/strong&gt;me passou sumindo nos dias antecedentes a minha viagem, fui pra Goiânia, com uma DR certa, na ponta da língua.&lt;br /&gt;Sai de Gurupi na sexta, com um véio gordo, roncando e caindo em cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E quando foi puxar papo, eleitor do candidato adversário ao que eu estou trabalhando!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não mereço!&lt;br /&gt;Chegando lá, tanta saudade e tantos outros tantos, que resolvi deixar pra lá, bem longe de nós dois, essa caretice de cobrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almoço especial de sábado:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macarrão integral com bacalhau e vinho frisante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De sobremesa trufas e morangos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei ...Vinho na cabeça, DR engasgada, mas de leve.&lt;br /&gt;É só por que estamos prestes a morar juntos e precisamos ter todas as certezas de nossas vontades.&lt;br /&gt;As inseguranças são minhas, e questiono tanto e muito, que o acabo confundindo também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado a tarde começou a coçar meu rosto, pescoço, braços e pernas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALOR? RUBEOLA? SARAMPO ? SEI LÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que ficou feio, porém saimos mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos num festival mix de chorim, rock, barraquinhas com artesanato, pessoas e mais pessoas, bebedeiras, barraquinha com o melhor yakishoba q eu comi na minha vida (Desculpa Wesley, mas o seu ficou no chinelo, rs), e água, bebi muita água.&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos lá pelas tantas, depois de tentar remexer o esqueleto, lugar quente abafado, eu EMPOLANDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, fui no médico, tive uma reação alérgica à vacina contra rubéola.&lt;br /&gt;Tomei injeção de cortisona ( ughhhhhhhh!), e fiquei de molho na casa da sogra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marthinha e Paulo Otávio (sobrinhos de leite do Wesley) frenéticos como nunca, com brinquedos de aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen ( cunhada ), com carinha de casada!&lt;br /&gt;Sogro, gente fina demais!&lt;br /&gt;Lú ( irmã de leite do Wesley), conversamos besteira e ainda fizemos negócio sujo por debaixo do pano: mercado negro de comprimidos que emagrecem, eheheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMAS OBSERVAÇÕES:&lt;br /&gt;* A DEBORA FALABELLA PASSA BEM OBRIGADO, O MARIDIM DELA (lê-se Forgotten Boys) É UM GOSTOSO!&lt;br /&gt;* E NÃO VEJO A HORA DE CHEGAR DEZEMBRO LOGO, IR P GYN, ARRUMAR EMPREGO E COMEÇAR VIDA DE CASAL !!!&lt;br /&gt;* SAI! XÔ URUCA! DESDE Q COMEÇAMOS A NAMORAR A DISTÂNCIA TODO REENCONTRO ACONTECE ALGO, PIRIRI, FEBRE, HOSPITAL, ALERGIA ... CRUEZZZZZZZZZZZZ DEVE SER ABSTINÊNCIA !&lt;br /&gt;CHOQUE TÉRMICO&lt;br /&gt;VAI SABÊ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-658784954683822686?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/658784954683822686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=658784954683822686' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/658784954683822686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/658784954683822686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/algumas-histrias-de-alegria-alergia-e.html' title='Algumas histórias de alegria, alergia e coisas assim ...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8257397394009823907</id><published>2008-08-31T22:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:59:58.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar de Repouso</title><content type='html'>As vezes me sinto adormecida&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida que passa&lt;br /&gt;E as coisas com graça&lt;br /&gt;Não vêm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ser conto, filme&lt;br /&gt;ou livro&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez ainda exista algum final feliz&lt;br /&gt;Escondido&lt;br /&gt;Nos cantos em que não alcanço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E digo em conselho&lt;br /&gt;Inútil&lt;br /&gt;Para a amiga que o coração apressa&lt;br /&gt;Minha rotina não interessa&lt;br /&gt;E amor não mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor só rasga carta&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Faz roer as unhas&lt;br /&gt;Emagrecer ( essa é a melhor parte!)&lt;br /&gt;Cantar música no chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;Chorar no travesserio&lt;br /&gt;Não pular em Fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;Mudar de cidade&lt;br /&gt;Sentir felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer a maldade&lt;br /&gt;Cortar o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Se olhar mais no espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor Romanceado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te fiz presente em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Escuto agora sua despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser pragmática&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu namorado anda me achando dramática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo a fazer ginástica&lt;br /&gt;Juntar dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar anos inteiros&lt;br /&gt;E ainda sim&lt;br /&gt;Respiro amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em escrever um livro, plantar uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo, assim, me sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Ausente&lt;br /&gt;Pela metade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a amiga comenta de um texto da Martha Medeiros, que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nenhuma pessoa é lugar de repouso"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8257397394009823907?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8257397394009823907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=8257397394009823907' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8257397394009823907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8257397394009823907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/lar-de-repouso.html' title='Lar de Repouso'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8710337536548824954</id><published>2008-08-29T20:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:50:14.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é bom se sentir lembrada !</title><content type='html'>CARTA DO AMIGO:&lt;br /&gt;Ho Anneeeeeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha quadripolar que eu mais amo.&lt;br /&gt;Vc não é a Claudia Raia, mas é a minha A Favorita. rs. (Piada Fraca) mas blz.&lt;br /&gt;Amiga, to morrendo de saudades. De tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Do seu colo, do cheiro, do sorriso, das chegadas de madrugada, falando:&lt;br /&gt;¨*&amp;amp;¨%Amigooo eu to um  pouco bêbada$¨%#$&lt;br /&gt;Do seu cabelinho, das cambalhotas. Saudades de TUDO.&lt;br /&gt;Você some. Não pode fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é assim?&lt;br /&gt;As coisas estão bem, mas to trabalhando como nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Substitui o calor afetivo dos relacionamentos pelo do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;A Wiara ta morando aqui perto de ksa... TUdooo.&lt;br /&gt;As nossas farras são as mais DOIDAAAAS.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta a minha Anne.&lt;br /&gt;Amiga tudo bem com você?&lt;br /&gt;Fico preocupado, se ta tão longe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pode contar comigo sempre, tenho muito amor e carinho, pela minha Anne, TE AMO.&lt;br /&gt;To vendo se te visito no próximo final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu fico?rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTA DE RESPOSTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR E SEXTA A NOITE&lt;br /&gt;CHEIA DE TEDIO&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SEI SE LIGO PRO LEO (AQUELE MESMO DAS SUAS ANTIGAS, HEHEHE) PRA VER QUAL E A BOA...&lt;br /&gt;NAO SEI SE VOU DORMIR ...&lt;br /&gt;NAO SEI SE ATUALIZO ESSE MONTE DE BESTEIROL Q COLOCO NA NET - ORKUT - BLOG - FOTOLOG ...&lt;br /&gt;MAS HJ NAO TÔ AFIM DE FAZER NADA A NAO SER ENCHER A CARA EM ALGUM BOTECO E NÃO PENSAR EM POLITICA NEM EM ROMANCE NEM EM FAMILIA NEM EM GRANA NEM EM NADA ...&lt;br /&gt;MAS PARA ISSO FALTAVA O BÁSICO: MEUS MELHORES AMIGOS A FIM DE DIVIDIR UMA BOA GARRAFA DE VINHO E OLHAR AS ESTRELAS COMIGO.&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE APERTADA ESSA MINHA QUE CONSTROI CASTELOS DE LEMBRANÇAS DE BONS MOMENTOS VIVIDOS QUE AS VEZES NEM NOTAMOS QUE PASSAM E NOS RESTA ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;A SAUDADE APERTADA&lt;br /&gt;AMO VC GRACINHA QUE ME ACORDAVA&lt;br /&gt;IRRITADAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;(Observe a preguiça tamanha de colocar assentos e digitar corretamente, sexta de tédio!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8710337536548824954?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8710337536548824954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=8710337536548824954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8710337536548824954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/8710337536548824954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/como-bom-se-sentir-lembrada.html' title='Como é bom se sentir lembrada !'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-593459361742359670</id><published>2008-08-17T14:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:45:05.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/indexhtml/" target="new"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt; &lt;img src="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/amelie.jpg" border="0" height="149" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Você é "O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain" de Jean Pierre Jeunet. Você é engraçado(a), original. Uma pessoa leve e maravilhosa de se conviver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Faça você também &lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt;Que   bom filme é você? &lt;/a&gt; Uma criação de&lt;img src="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/estrela.jpg" align="absmiddle" border="0" height="25" width="26" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;o/'&gt;http://www.abyssinia.blogspot.com"&gt;O&lt;/a&gt;   Mundo Insano da Abyssinia &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-593459361742359670?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/593459361742359670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=593459361742359670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/593459361742359670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/593459361742359670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/voc-o-fabuloso-destino-de-amelie.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4762026160355202802</id><published>2008-08-17T12:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:21:19.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que gosto:&lt;/strong&gt; céu, mar, sorriso, amor, beijo, igreja, corpo, azul, alegria, energia, música, poesia, lápis de cor, cheiro, colorido, folhas, mãos, livros, mensagem, perfeito, saudade, lua, chocolate, manhã, café da manhã, França, trem, cinema, Almodovár, Rio de Janeiro, teatro, palhaço, criança, algodão doce, namorado, esperança, meditação, laranja, queijo, goiaba, vinho, India, bolinhas, bolinha de sabão, anistia, anomalia, fisioterapia, massagem, coragem, mãe, amigo, tesão, orgasmo, desenho, sucesso, viagem, &lt;strong&gt;apaixonado&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cuidadoso&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sereno, jocoso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que não gosto:&lt;/strong&gt; chão, ficção, ódio, selo, marrom, lapiseira, grafite, asneira, sulfite, limite, demora, espera, disfarce, medo, troca, falta, mofo, arroto, peido, sujo, unha, coisa, forca, falha, nunca, fora, apontador, garantia, dívida, compra, dinheiro, passado, bife, bife mal passado, coelho, pentelho, sorteio, passagem, amante, computador, email, ar condicionado, New York, Sampa, conveniência, tortura, maluca, doida, varrida, tecnologia, gastronomia, fofoca, cobrança, ressaca, rato, mato, bicho, lixo, luxo, &lt;strong&gt;grilado, desapontado, sarcástico, ácido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4762026160355202802?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4762026160355202802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4762026160355202802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4762026160355202802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4762026160355202802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/palavras-que-gosto-cu-mar-sorriso-amor.html' title='Mais um domingo'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-9150541404414272533</id><published>2008-08-17T12:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:45:41.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/bridgetjonescleaver/bridgetromantica.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 204);"&gt;Eu sou a Bridget Romantica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou a Bridget romantica ! Eu posso ser maluca , desajustada mas no fundo no fundo eu sonho encontrar o homem perfeito . Aquele com quem eu irei casar, ter meus filhos e será meu companheiro para o resto da minha vida ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/bridgetjonescleaver/" target="_blank"&gt;Que Bridget Voce é?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-9150541404414272533?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/9150541404414272533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=9150541404414272533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9150541404414272533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/9150541404414272533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-sou-bridget-romantica-eu-sou-bridget.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5716684282209528694</id><published>2008-08-15T08:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:01:36.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fórmula da Felicidade Por David Lynch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mantenha seus olhos no donut, não no buraco."&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/1957602051519106350-5716684282209528694?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5716684282209528694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5716684282209528694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5716684282209528694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5716684282209528694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/frmula-da-felicidade-por-david-lynch.html' title='Fórmula da Felicidade Por David Lynch'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4152666269384669323</id><published>2008-08-13T13:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:23:03.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto as minhas palavras rangem ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRNzVV_C5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k1hLK3BJWQk/s1600-h/felicia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRNzVV_C5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k1hLK3BJWQk/s320/felicia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394211209382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranger&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;v. int.,&lt;br /&gt;produzir um som ou ruído áspero;&lt;br /&gt;chiar;&lt;br /&gt;v. tr.,&lt;br /&gt;roçar (os dentes) uns nos outros, por efeito de ira, de dor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem não tive uma boa notícia, e minha vontade "Felícia"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; de te ver ...&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se.&lt;br /&gt;Não por querer.&lt;br /&gt;Temos prioridades. Enxergo as suas, sempre foi claro comigo : ESTUDOS/TRABALHO&lt;br /&gt;Família - amor? "Estou muito bem emocionalmente" diria.&lt;br /&gt;Auto-suficiência é importante.&lt;br /&gt;Racionalidade é importante.&lt;br /&gt;Equílibrio, também.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto: CHEGA DE ABSTRATO /POESIA /ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( Dou conta???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vamos aos fatos - ponto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Ontem recebi uma mensagem de meu namorado dizendo que não poderia vir me ver no final de semana - vírgula - pois deveria preparar uma apostila de cursinho - ponto&lt;br /&gt;Bom levando em conta - vírgula - o fato dele ser extremamente aplicado e responsável &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;-vírgula - é considerável que passe todos os dias após o trabalho e ainda sim seus finais de semana aprontando suas aulas - ponto&lt;br /&gt;Eu - vírgula- em toda minha passionalidade impulsiva &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(sou demais da conta, nem eu me aguento!!) quis ligar, espernear, dizer que ele não faz o mínimo por mim, maldizer nosso amor, jurar esquecê-lo, espernear de novo, enumerar&lt;/span&gt; falta de recíprocidade, remoer antigos sentimos, culpá-lo de todos os problemas do mundo (nessas horas até a crise de 29 entra na dança!).&lt;br /&gt;Porém com toda meu controle - vírgula - racionalidade - vírgula- textos de meditação transcedental buscados no Google (salve !!) mandei mensagem compreensiva e segura:&lt;br /&gt;"Parabéns pelo cursinho! Saudade! Quando der você vem. Se cuida. Sacrifícios e busca pelos nossos sonhos. Beijos."&lt;br /&gt; Em resposta:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  "Amo vc!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria ser uma mosquinha para ver a cara de espanto? Ele deve estar confuso, e não conhecer mais a namorada que tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TEM ? TINHA !!! QUEM MANDOU NÃO DAR A MÍNIMA PARA MINHAS URGÊNCIAS, CARÊNCIAS, DEMÊNCIAS !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%21@#$%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¨)&lt;br /&gt;A luta pela racionalidade continua, todos os dias. O meu amor existe, é correspondido. E no fundo após uma noite bem dormida e a sensação de TER FEITO A COISA MAIS CERTA E SENSATA me ocorre.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é tão resposável pelo que cativa, que fica triste, com saudade e ainda cheio de coisas por fazer, em prol de um futuro juntos, confortável.&lt;br /&gt;( ????? Ainda tenho minhas dúvidas!!!!!!!!!!! Maldita raposa!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Felícia seria um belo exemplo de uma perfeita doce garotinha se não fosse por alguns porém, vamos dizer. Uma adoradora de animais, ela exerce este sentimento de uma maneira extremamente radical, apertando, amando, abraçando, esmagando e praticamente triturando seus bichinhos de estimação de tanto amor. No fundo suas intenções são boas, mas ela sempre está completamente inadvertida das confusões que causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; Usarei os pontos dessa forma. Uma maneira ironica de me mostrar racional. Pontos: forma gráfica dentro de nossa gramática que sempre usei para expressar meus sentimentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas ! (Raposa***) - &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.paralerepensar.com.br/exupery.htm"&gt;Antoine de Saint Exupéry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt; Raposa acima !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4152666269384669323?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4152666269384669323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4152666269384669323' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4152666269384669323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Mais querer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRMf4A_jCzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WvhrIo_JgG8/s1600-h/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265587436525914930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SRMf4A_jCzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WvhrIo_JgG8/s320/janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis olhar da janela,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis ver um pouco acima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis entender por que não se nasce mais de uma vez ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não com a mesma consciência ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis ser bela, atriz, dançarina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis entender a morte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis encontrar um norte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis abusar da sorte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrar meu lorde. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia em que fui mais feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto por Sarah Bernhard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1957602051519106350-2334738172720655529?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2334738172720655529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=2334738172720655529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2334738172720655529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/2334738172720655529'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRO_n9k0sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qA59foQrcJI/s1600-h/12-01-08_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRO_n9k0sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qA59foQrcJI/s320/12-01-08_1929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234395521877332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria que voce acordasse e sentisse meu cheiro como o orvalho da manha&lt;br /&gt;Que minha ausência falasse baixinho no seu ouvido o quanto te quero&lt;br /&gt;E voce passasse o dia devagar esperando o momento certo de me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Que cada som, gesto ou imagem linda voce quisesse comigo compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tanto querer&lt;br /&gt;Surge a vontade deixada pra depois&lt;br /&gt;Feijão e arroz&lt;br /&gt;Dois caminhos que se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;E só&lt;br /&gt;Não permanecem juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que faço com minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que pediu calma&lt;br /&gt;E você deu?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo-a em mais um ex papel em branco&lt;br /&gt;que você não leu ?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4201953542319569958?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4201953542319569958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4201953542319569958' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4201953542319569958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4201953542319569958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/tantos-quereres.html' title='Tantos quereres...'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRO_n9k0sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qA59foQrcJI/s72-c/12-01-08_1929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-8367448802020008211</id><published>2008-08-09T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:08:49.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTA A AMIGA QUE MORA NO MAR ...</title><content type='html'>Garota Carioca !!&lt;br /&gt;Qtos ventos nos movimentaram em tantos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cá no meio do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Não me candidatei a nenhum cargo nessas eleiçoes&lt;br /&gt;Não casei com nenhum fazendeiro rico&lt;br /&gt;Não virei sócia de nenhuma empresa&lt;br /&gt;Só me ocorreu agora&lt;br /&gt;Que cheguei faz um ano, nesta terra longe das vistas do mar&lt;br /&gt;E continuo igual&lt;br /&gt;Aquele menina que vivia com medo da chuva e não perdia um dia de sol!!!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas cresce em mim cada dia a vontade de voltar e ver meu horizonte assim&lt;br /&gt;AZUL&lt;br /&gt;AZULZIN&lt;br /&gt;Bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-8367448802020008211?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8367448802020008211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-977261401119630413</id><published>2008-08-08T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:34:34.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mensagem Chico Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceste no lar que precisavas&lt;br /&gt;Vestiste o corpo físico que merecias&lt;br /&gt;Moras onde melhor Deus te proporcionou&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com teu adiantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Possuis os recursos financeiros coerentes&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas necessidades, nem mais&lt;br /&gt;nem menos, mas o justo para as tuas lutas terrenas&lt;br /&gt;Teu ambiente de trabalho é o que elegeste&lt;br /&gt;espontaneamente para a tua realização&lt;br /&gt;Teus parentes, amigos são as almas que atraíste&lt;br /&gt;com tua própria afinidade.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, teu destino está constantemente sob teu controle.&lt;br /&gt;Tu escolhes, recolhes, eleges, atrais&lt;br /&gt;buscas, expulsas, modificas tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que te rodeia a existência&lt;br /&gt;Teus pensamentos e vontade são a chave de teus atos e atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;São as fontes de atração e repulsão na tua jornada vivência&lt;br /&gt;Não reclames nem te faças de vítima.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo, analisa e observa.&lt;br /&gt;A mudança está em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Reprograma tua meta,&lt;br /&gt;Busca o bem e viverás melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e&lt;br /&gt;fazer um novo começo,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer Um pode Começar agora&lt;br /&gt;e fazer um Novo Fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-977261401119630413?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-6214248661665169407</id><published>2008-08-02T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:59:58.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob algum céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu quis dormir sob a lua e acordei e Palmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Onde numa manhã que ainda era noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vi o tom cinza mais alaranjado de todo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E relembrei o que fomos, o que somos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E um mundo que ainda há de vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não ao sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No meio do orvalho da manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uma explicação mais ou menos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De onde devemos ser mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Por que no final somos sempre um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-6214248661665169407?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6214248661665169407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=6214248661665169407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRQLxMawgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uctOWndQYaU/s1600-h/monstro-lixobravo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRQLxMawgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uctOWndQYaU/s320/monstro-lixobravo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234396830025564674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade MONSTRA&lt;br /&gt;Amor nada HERÓICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude conter impulsos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não agora&lt;br /&gt;Direciono e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouso música boa&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Me transporto&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo&lt;br /&gt;Mas me contenho&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que me traz contento&lt;br /&gt;Você não está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas permanece&lt;br /&gt;Em toda palavra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRQZRT74QI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l_C72e0XcIc/s1600-h/super_heroi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRQZRT74QI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l_C72e0XcIc/s320/super_heroi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234397061985329410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda parada&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não morre mais&lt;br /&gt;Highlander&lt;br /&gt;Cade seu calcanhar de Aquiles&lt;br /&gt;Deixe suas mexas para mim, Sansão&lt;br /&gt;Me faço de tonta&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha vida está pronta&lt;br /&gt;A sua não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/07/2008&lt;br /&gt;Eu, eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Imagens: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;www.weno.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-3217680657117036305?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3217680657117036305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=3217680657117036305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3217680657117036305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/3217680657117036305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/monstros-e-heris.html' title='Monstros e Heróis'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8Cm466jBT4/SKRQLxMawgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uctOWndQYaU/s72-c/monstro-lixobravo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-1304297528043875932</id><published>2008-07-31T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:39:55.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TÉDIO !!</title><content type='html'>QUERO O SILÊNCIO REPLETO DOS IMENSOS SOFÁS NA FRENTE DA TV&lt;br /&gt;ONDE ESTACIONO MINHAS PALAVRAS E SOSSEGO MINHAS INQUIETUDES&lt;br /&gt;QUERO OS DIAS SEM FIM ONDE ABORTO TODAS AS MISSÕES&lt;br /&gt;NÃO PENSO&lt;br /&gt;NÃO DURMO&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ACORDO&lt;br /&gt;SÓ VIVO&lt;br /&gt;AO VIVO&lt;br /&gt;QUERO A VONTADE DE PASSAR A MOBILIZAÇÃO OTÁRIA DOS MEMBROS&lt;br /&gt;ONDE SOU ELO&lt;br /&gt;PERDIDO OU NÃO&lt;br /&gt;QUERO&lt;br /&gt;TÉDIO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-1304297528043875932?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1304297528043875932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=1304297528043875932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/1304297528043875932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Olho pra você e não vejo nada&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar pra você e ver a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Você vive sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai para as sombras&lt;br /&gt;Você virá distante e você irá negro&lt;br /&gt;Algum tipo de noite em sua escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Colore seus olhos com o que não está lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perda-se em você&lt;br /&gt;Estranho você nunca soube&lt;br /&gt;Perda-se em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso que é estranho você nunca saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz de um desconhecido aproxima-se lentamente&lt;br /&gt;O coração sem lar de um desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Você pôs suas mãos em sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E então sorrisos cobrem seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perda-se em você&lt;br /&gt;Estranho você nunca soube&lt;br /&gt;Perda-se em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso que é estranho você nunca saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: MAZZY STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-886444644053622875?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/886444644053622875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=886444644053622875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/886444644053622875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/886444644053622875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/fade-into-you.html' title='Fade Into You'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4491488277889605856</id><published>2008-07-22T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:37:28.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Mais Uma De Amor</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;br /&gt;Deixo assim ficar&lt;br /&gt;Subentendido&lt;br /&gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho tão bonito isso&lt;br /&gt;De ser abstrato baby&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é mesmo tão fugaz&lt;br /&gt;É uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor pretensão de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou sobreviver ...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta : Santo Lulu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4491488277889605856?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4491488277889605856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4491488277889605856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4491488277889605856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4491488277889605856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/apenas-mais-uma-de-amor.html' title='Apenas Mais Uma De Amor'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-4197936551465148724</id><published>2008-07-21T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:10:03.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta, devolve</title><content type='html'>Diário de bordo&lt;br /&gt;Fui para Goiânia, rever o namorado ...&lt;br /&gt;O onibus pretendido quebrou. Trocamos (Eu e Tia Inês) por um horrorosoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Ônibus fedido ...&lt;br /&gt;Criaça chorando ...&lt;br /&gt;Banco sujo ...&lt;br /&gt;Sono interrompido.&lt;br /&gt;E um mp3 (emprestado) que só tinha música do Calipso!!&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos em GYN&lt;br /&gt;Fomos pra rua. Compras, lojas de roupas enfim, bater perna e terminar de organizar "os trem" pro casamento da Ellen ( MI CUNHADA)&lt;br /&gt;Este foi o objetivo "mor" da viagem: o casório.&lt;br /&gt;A cena de sexta a noite, depois de mil andanças e morta , comer pizza c/ Namorido e encher colchão de casal inflável, que no final só serviu p/ nos dar raiva e algumas risadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sabado após faxina no ninho, fomos para Anápolis.&lt;br /&gt;Namorado com "morredeira" pq irmã ia casar.&lt;br /&gt;Anne com "morredeira" pq ia ser madrinha e ficou sabendo em cima da hora.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;UM MONTE DE GENTE Q NÃO CONHEÇO me olhando e&lt;br /&gt;ME RECONHECENDO DE ALGUMA FORMA:&lt;br /&gt;A NAMORADA DO WESLEY.&lt;br /&gt;É crítico, crítica, minha gente.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca passou por frio, calor e choque térmico por conhecer a família do namorado ??&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais a família COMPLETA e todos te olhando entrar na igreja como Madrinha ???&lt;br /&gt;Nem a noiva eu conhecia pessoalmente !!!&lt;br /&gt;Não tropecei, mas também não sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Tremi e apertava tão firme a mão gelada do "Benhê", que cinco segundos antes vomitava de nervoso.&lt;br /&gt;O melhor por ter sido madrinha não foi os flashsss e a atenção diferenciada, mas sim um bolinho miniatura lindoooooooo, que não vou comer nunca, que ganhei de lembrança, rs.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, casamento sempre me emociona. E este foi um dos mais especiais.Uma familia tão linda, unida e emotiva, realmente um enlace com muito amor, e não apenas clichê social, uniões mecânicas que vemos por ai.&lt;br /&gt;E o Wesley ?? Este tempo todo no banheiro, passando mal.&lt;br /&gt;- Eita! Homem frouxo ... ( resmungava)&lt;br /&gt;Churrasco pós casório com amigos divertidíssimos, sogro e sogra muito solícitos, amorosos ...&lt;br /&gt;Sra. Maria Alice: sorri com os olhos, linda, serena, apesar de pouca conversa (sogra q não fala é ótimo, mas a minha tava rouca mesmo, rs)&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Gabriel: Um pai. De verdade. Patriarca. Na sala com esposa filhos e respectivos, disse palavras lindas e abençoou a união de sua única filha e meu namoro com seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei minha noite ao lado de uma cama no hospital segurando a mão do namorado "piripaquento".&lt;br /&gt;Ele tá bem, tomou soro, me deu susto, me pediu em casamento com febre delirante ( Eu abstrai lógico!! )&lt;br /&gt;No domingo fiz amigos, conheci a casa da cunhada e pude REconhecê-la melhor tb.&lt;br /&gt;Foi ótima minha viagem!&lt;br /&gt;E dela tirei alguns conceitos:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ainda existem famílias de verdade&lt;br /&gt;2- Nunca seja madrinha sem revisar sua roupa ( meu salto tinha fita isolante!!)&lt;br /&gt;3- Nunca diga q alguém tá doente de frescura, pode ser algo e vc fica com dor de consciência depois&lt;br /&gt;4- Nunca empreste sua maquiagem para crianças&lt;br /&gt;5- Nunca peça p/ crianças te maquiar&lt;br /&gt;6- Não acredite no que seu namorado fala quando está com febre&lt;br /&gt;7 -Pare de fumar ( No hospital tinha 2 -DUAS- pessoas com cancêr de pulmão proveniente do cigarro )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E PRA QUE NÃO SE PERMITIR VIVER&lt;br /&gt;SE TEM TANTA COISA NO MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;QUE A GENTE AINDA NÃO VIVEU ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-4197936551465148724?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4197936551465148724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=4197936551465148724' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4197936551465148724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/4197936551465148724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-volta-devolve.html' title='De volta, devolve'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-297867601277185810</id><published>2008-07-15T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:53:15.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje estou Wesleyanne</title><content type='html'>AI&lt;br /&gt;QUE SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;QUE VONTADE DE TE TER AQUI&lt;br /&gt;PERTO&lt;br /&gt;AGORA&lt;br /&gt;ONDE MINHA RESPIRAÇÃO COMEÇA&lt;br /&gt;ONDE TERMINA A SUA&lt;br /&gt;NÃO&lt;br /&gt;NÃO TENHO SOLIDÃO&lt;br /&gt;APENAS SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;QUE ARDE&lt;br /&gt;E QUER&lt;br /&gt;SEU COLO&lt;br /&gt;SEU SOLO&lt;br /&gt;E CÉU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-297867601277185810?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/297867601277185810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=297867601277185810' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/297867601277185810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/297867601277185810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoje-estou-wesleyanne.html' title='Hoje estou Wesleyanne'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-5701734353212020154</id><published>2008-07-10T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:29:54.572-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquicácommeusbotões'/><title type='text'>Momiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Momiji é o nome da árvore (Ácer no Brasil e Maple Tree no Canadá - aquela folhinha que tem na bandeira canadense).&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, nesta época do ano assim como na primavera, os japoneses apreciam as folhas vermelhas, amarelas e laranjas do outono. Saem para ver a beleza delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que apreciar folhas das árvores? Bom, além de um espetáculo maravilhoso da natureza, essa cultura do "momiji" tem base no budismo (religião de boa parte dos japneses - apesar de que a maioria aqui é xintoísta).&lt;br /&gt;Diz os ensinamentos budista que a vida da gente tem de ser transparente. Explico melhor: o ser humano, geralmente, apresenta duas faces. Queremos sempre apresentar o lado mais bonito, e o restante fica no quintal...&lt;br /&gt;Já as folhas do momiji, no outono, mostram suas duas faces ao cair. Há um haikai (poema curto, numa tradução rápida), do monge budista Ryokan, que faz alusão a um viver transparente, no qual percebemos nossas “faces” sem tensões ou recriminações, como a folha do momiji, que troca de cor no outono e mostra suas duas faces (frente e verso) ao cair, participando naturalmente da renovação do ciclo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Por que ter um blog ??&lt;br /&gt;Ele será como que uma agenda virtual, onde colocarei informações que não posso perder no decorrer de minha  loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postarei :&lt;br /&gt;-POESIAS MINHAS, DOS OUTROS E COPIADAS&lt;br /&gt;-FOTOS IMAGENS, VIDEOS INTERESSANTES E DESALMADOS&lt;br /&gt;-LINKS, DRINKS E RECEITAS&lt;br /&gt;-TEXTO, SEXO COM SENTIDO E TAMBÉM OS SEM NEXO&lt;br /&gt;ENFIM O QUE ESTIVER VIGENTE&lt;br /&gt;NO MOMENTO&lt;br /&gt;NA MENTE DA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;ANOMALIA DO SER&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/1957602051519106350-5701734353212020154?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5701734353212020154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=5701734353212020154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5701734353212020154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/5701734353212020154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/momiji.html' title='Momiji'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957602051519106350.post-6538266236176848491</id><published>2008-07-10T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:28:57.982-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia_lida'/><title type='text'>AnneMalia do Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Antes do antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na ordem...Anne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Antes da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e quase no fim do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;talvez ainda no crepúsculo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na exatidão do meio do abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No piscar das asas da leve borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No pensamento que antecede qualquer traço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na velocidade que escrevo cada letra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma clareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um embaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nas lentes dos que não são livres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Caso queira chamar sorriso por outro nome...chame...Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na ânsia de sentir algo, ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na dúvida de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ANNE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957602051519106350-6538266236176848491?l=annemaliadoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6538266236176848491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1957602051519106350&amp;postID=6538266236176848491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6538266236176848491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1957602051519106350/posts/default/6538266236176848491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemaliadoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/annemalia-do-ser.html' title='AnneMalia do Ser'/><author><name>Anne Ribeiro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111888372044848588784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1vNYi2Kow3M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/JStMeRrdm6k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
