<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332</id><updated>2009-10-13T03:27:22.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Rosa Barbacena</title><subtitle type='html'>usem filtro solar...(Em CoNsTrUçÃo)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-362118924306024540</id><published>2008-10-20T09:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:51:08.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SPxxwhrnkVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wetdi_DEgmI/s1600-h/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SPxxwhrnkVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wetdi_DEgmI/s400/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259203543350874450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e além do horizonte q a maioria nao vê, eu estava lá com vc, vendo o sol se pôr, e todas as nossas musicas tocavam ao mesmo tmpo... numa mistura louca, alucinada...tudo tao belo e sacudido, tranquilo tb. mas eh claru, eterno!&lt;br /&gt;[qnd td está perdido sempre existe um caminho, qndo td está perdido sempre existe uma luz.. mas nao me diga issu..nao me d atençao, mas obrigado por pensar em mim...(a via lactea - legiao urbana)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-362118924306024540?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/362118924306024540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=362118924306024540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/362118924306024540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/362118924306024540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-alm-do-horizonte-q-maioria-nao-v-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SPxxwhrnkVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wetdi_DEgmI/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-4366968547140719696</id><published>2008-10-09T11:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:55:53.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9Q0VXqdNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/beSUWsGVlbw/s1600-h/Jardim+das+Amoreiras+-+lisboa+portugal+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9Q0VXqdNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/beSUWsGVlbw/s400/Jardim+das+Amoreiras+-+lisboa+portugal+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508150184473810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardim interior &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os jardins deviam ser fechados,&lt;br /&gt;com altos muros de um cinza muito pálido,&lt;br /&gt;onde uma fonte&lt;br /&gt;pudesse cantar&lt;br /&gt;sozinha&lt;br /&gt;entre o vermelho dos cravos.&lt;br /&gt;O que mata um jardim não é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;alguma ausência&lt;br /&gt;nem o abandono...&lt;br /&gt;O que mata um jardim é esse olhar vazio&lt;br /&gt;de quem por eles passa indiferente. &lt;br /&gt;(Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-4366968547140719696?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/4366968547140719696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=4366968547140719696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/4366968547140719696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/4366968547140719696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/10/jardim-interior-todos-os-jardins-deviam.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9Q0VXqdNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/beSUWsGVlbw/s72-c/Jardim+das+Amoreiras+-+lisboa+portugal+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-2165681894992151281</id><published>2008-08-01T09:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:34:58.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se as coisas são inatingíveis... ora!&lt;br /&gt;Não é motivo para não querê-las...&lt;br /&gt;Que tristes os caminhos se não fora&lt;br /&gt;A mágica presença das estrelas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-2165681894992151281?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/2165681894992151281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=2165681894992151281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/2165681894992151281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/2165681894992151281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-1263753733459477209</id><published>2008-07-12T11:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:55:43.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SHjETBAW1dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_BlkKaHAyYU/s1600-h/0c8106af0a1a28f0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SHjETBAW1dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_BlkKaHAyYU/s400/0c8106af0a1a28f0_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222139598902580690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A idiotice é vital para a felicidade. Gente chata essa que quer ser séria e profunda sempre. A vida já é um caos, pq fazermos dela, ainda por cima, um tratado? Deixe a seriedade para as horas em que ela é inevitável: mortes, separações, dores e afins. No dia-a-dia, pelo amor de Deus, seja idiota! ria dos próprios defeitos. E de quem acha defeito em você..."(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-1263753733459477209?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/1263753733459477209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=1263753733459477209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/1263753733459477209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/1263753733459477209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/07/idiotice-vital-para-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SHjETBAW1dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_BlkKaHAyYU/s72-c/0c8106af0a1a28f0_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-7842859426081614755</id><published>2008-04-29T22:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:52:14.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9P5tR69WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LqmocI39l6k/s1600-h/porto+funchal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9P5tR69WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LqmocI39l6k/s400/porto+funchal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255507142990558562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A minha vida é um barco abandonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é um barco abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Infiel, no ermo porto, ao seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não ergue ferro e segue o atino&lt;br /&gt;De navegar, casado com o seu fado ?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! falta quem o lance ao mar, e alado&lt;br /&gt;Torne seu vulto em velas; peregrino&lt;br /&gt;Frescor de afastamento, no divino&lt;br /&gt;Amplexo da manhã, puro e salgado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morto corpo da ação sem vontade&lt;br /&gt;Que o viva, vulto estéril de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Boiando à tona inútil da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os limos esverdeiam tua quilha,&lt;br /&gt;O vento embala-te sem te mover,&lt;br /&gt;E é para além do mar a ansiada Ilha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-7842859426081614755?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/7842859426081614755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=7842859426081614755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/7842859426081614755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/7842859426081614755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SO9P5tR69WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LqmocI39l6k/s72-c/porto+funchal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-4290839557791423114</id><published>2008-04-27T14:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:56:18.981-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SBS3nU312rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z5O38GDVPfI/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SBS3nU312rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z5O38GDVPfI/s400/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193978156510730930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o sol nasceu é um novo dia, bendito seja Deus, quanta alegria... (nascer do sol do dia 21 de abril de 2008 em Unaí-MG)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-4290839557791423114?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/4290839557791423114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=4290839557791423114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/4290839557791423114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/4290839557791423114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-eterna-e-o-amor-imortal-e-morte.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SBS3nU312rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z5O38GDVPfI/s72-c/DSC01713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-1192975614078364714</id><published>2008-04-27T14:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:53:25.067-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SP8T5dflrbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uzn4ZRbTGFc/s1600-h/RenatoRusso(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SP8T5dflrbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uzn4ZRbTGFc/s400/RenatoRusso(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259944767682620850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é eterna e o amor é imortal e a morte é apenas um horizonte e o horizonte não é nada além do limite que a vista alcança" R.W. Raymond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-1192975614078364714?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/1192975614078364714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=1192975614078364714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/1192975614078364714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/1192975614078364714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-eterna-e-o-amor-imortal-e-morte_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Barbacena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702163249246489106</uri><email>paulabarbacena@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16332565130271704681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SP8T5dflrbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uzn4ZRbTGFc/s72-c/RenatoRusso(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561891935314019332.post-3501220705270614974</id><published>2008-04-27T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:12:42.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SBSzzk312pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Q68fk3aySRg/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SBSzzk312pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Q68fk3aySRg/s400/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193973968917617298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"... há sem dúvidas quem ame o infinito, há sem dúvidas quem deseje o possível , há sem dúvidas quem não queira nada. Há três tipos de idealistas, e eu , nenhum deles. Porque amo infinitamente o finito, porque desejo impossivelmente o possível, porque quero tudo , ou um pouco mais , se puder ser, ou até se não puder ser ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-3501220705270614974?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/3501220705270614974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=3501220705270614974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/3501220705270614974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/3501220705270614974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__LOxj29ygHg/SAwDeXVtm_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/TwzHzGPhU6M/s400/ipe+rosa+em+brasilia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191528290647383026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tou xegandu...rsrs...perai...rsrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-2014642952963570267?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/2014642952963570267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=2014642952963570267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561891935314019332-3036362019622160587?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/3036362019622160587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=3036362019622160587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/3036362019622160587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/3036362019622160587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/2008/04/hehe-issu-eh-uma-montagem-tah-rs.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191517819517115346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i want to break free&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/561891935314019332-1403103241799656685?l=paulabarbacena.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulabarbacena.blogspot.com/feeds/1403103241799656685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=561891935314019332&amp;postID=1403103241799656685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561891935314019332/posts/default/1403103241799656685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tlz as pessoas nao sao como gostariamos q fossem mas mto provavelmente sao o q deveriam ser... e pq digo issu? eh mto facil demonstrar (exigir)  a nossa vontade, dificil eh saber onde estah fundamentada e quase impossivel eh saber pq akela pessoa nao consegue ser como vc quer q ela seja...&lt;br /&gt;"o passado eh o mestre do futuro", qm nunca ouviu algo assim?! pode haver sentido nesta afirmaçao, tlz vc realmente eh a sintese condensada do seu passado...&lt;br /&gt;"o seu passado t condena", ele se revela nas suas atitudes, na sua pernsonalidade... sempre estará cntgo... tlz seja ai q mtos agem de maneira prejudicial (aos outros e a si proprios) pq sabem q o pesadelo do passado vao acompanha-los ... tlz a unica companhia certa...&lt;br /&gt;tlz as pessoas sao como deveriam ser, sao como conseguiram (ateh hj)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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