<?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-24798952</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:20:32.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O céu é o limite...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Para quem não crê nenhuma explicação é possível. Para quem crê nenhuma explicação é necessária."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114800344609351285</id><published>2006-05-18T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:50:46.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos difíceis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/pompom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/pompom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Escrever aqui me ajuda  a andar pra frente, esquecer meus problemas, e falar de tudo que eu gosto........&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/24798952-114800344609351285?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114800344609351285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114800344609351285&amp;isPopup=true' title='72 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800344609351285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800344609351285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/momentos-difceis.html' title='Momentos difíceis...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114800304296518023</id><published>2006-05-18T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:13:00.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropeçou a fila anda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/nuncaseabale.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/nuncaseabale.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114800304296518023?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114800304296518023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114800304296518023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800304296518023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800304296518023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/tropeou-fila-anda.html' title='Tropeçou a fila anda....'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114800273496853787</id><published>2006-05-18T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:38:54.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores do mal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/sem%20t??tulouuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulouuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FLORES DO MAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divaga em meio à noite a lua preguiçosa;Como uma bela, entre coxins e devaneios,Que afaga com a mão discreta e vaporosa,Antes de adormecer, o contorno dos seios.No dorso de cetim das tenras avalanchas,Morrendo, ela se entrega a longos estertores,E os olhos vai pousando sobre as níveas manchasQue no azul desabrocham como estranhas flores.Se às vezes neste globo, ébria de ócio e prazer,Deixa ela uma furtiva lágrima escorrer,Um poeta caridoso, ao sono pouco afeito,No côncavo das mãos toma essa gota rala,De irisados reflexos como um grão de opala,E bem longe do sol a acolhe no seu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flores do Mal&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/24798952-114800273496853787?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114800273496853787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114800273496853787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800273496853787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800273496853787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/flores-do-mal.html' title='Flores do mal...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114800153165992831</id><published>2006-05-18T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:18:51.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É  foda.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/santaceiailustra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/santaceiailustra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Esta cena é uma realidade do nosso mundo globalizado, isto é o que temos com esse capitalismo devastador e cruel! A África é um continente muito rico em cultura e belezas naturais, e o que mais sofre com a fome e a desigualdade social! Enquanto isso os poderosos que dizem, hipocritamente, se preocupar com esta situação passam o fim de semana no Hilton, comendo Mc Donalds, tomando Coca-Cola e assistindo a algum Holliwood&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114800153165992831?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114800153165992831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114800153165992831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800153165992831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800153165992831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/foda.html' title='É  foda.....'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114800019396082479</id><published>2006-05-18T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:56:33.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/imtajmahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/imtajmahal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Na história da Humanidade existem grandes provas de amor. O monumental &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;, encerra uma das mais fascinantes. Em 1632, o imperador mongol &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shah Jahan&lt;/span&gt; mandou erguer em Agra, na Índia, um mausoléu de mármore e pedras preciosas em homenagem à amada, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mumtaz Mahal&lt;/span&gt;, que morreu ao dar à luz a um filho dele.&lt;br /&gt;Mais de 20 mil homens empenharam-se durante 22 anos  na construção do monumento, projetado por arquitetos renomados trazidos de diversas partes do mundo Árabe. Para muitos, o Taj Mahal supera em beleza e arte algumas das chamadas. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sete Maravilhas do mundo antigo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114800019396082479?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114800019396082479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114800019396082479&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800019396082479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114800019396082479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj mahal'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114799972715301397</id><published>2006-05-18T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:48:47.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sonho:  dança indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/dan??a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/dan%3F%3Fa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sobre a dança indiana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O QUE É A DANÇA CLÁSSICA INDIANA ? &lt;/span&gt;A dança na Índia é um sistema integrado de educação para o corpo, mente e espírito. A arte da dança foi aperfeiçoada e praticada por mais de dois mil anos, mas desde que esta arte seja praticada com o mesmo ideal baseado na verdade universal, seus ensinamentos e práticas são tão válidos quanto há tempos atrás. A Dança Indiana é um Yoga, é uma filosofia de vida, e pode ser praticada por todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114799972715301397?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114799972715301397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114799972715301397&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799972715301397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799972715301397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/meu-sonho-dana-indiana.html' title='Meu sonho:  dança indiana'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114799936219148708</id><published>2006-05-18T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:42:42.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sindrómes ou fobias né.... todos temos alguma né possível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/fobias_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/fobias_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As 10 fobias mais estranhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1) Botanofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de plantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2) Clinofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de camas ou de deitar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3) Sofofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4) Vestifobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de roupas ou de se vestir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5) Araquibutirofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de que se incrustem na gengiva ou no palato a pele que envolve o amendoim, pipoca ou outro componente que adere ao palato como doces compactos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6) Bibliofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7) Eufobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de ouvir boas notícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8) Melofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9) Aurofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10) Coulrofobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de palhaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As 10 fobias mais comuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1) Aracnofobia&lt;/span&gt;: aranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2) Sociofobia ou antropofobia&lt;/span&gt;: pessoas, situações sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3) Aerofobia ou aviatofobia&lt;/span&gt;: avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4) Agorafobia&lt;/span&gt;: medo de sair de casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5) Claustrofobia&lt;/span&gt;: lugares fechados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6) Acrofobia&lt;/span&gt;: altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7) Carcinomafobia&lt;/span&gt;: câncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8) Brontofobia&lt;/span&gt;: tempestade/trovões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9) Necrofobia&lt;/span&gt;: morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10) Cardiofobia&lt;/span&gt;: doenças do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No fundo todos temos certos traumas , receios e manias, normal né...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114799936219148708?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114799936219148708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114799936219148708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799936219148708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799936219148708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/sindrmes-ou-fobias-n-todos-temos.html' title='sindrómes ou fobias né.... todos temos alguma né possível...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114799834484446989</id><published>2006-05-18T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:25:44.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realmente inevitável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/MMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/MMN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&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/24798952-114799834484446989?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114799834484446989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114799834484446989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799834484446989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799834484446989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/realmente-inevitvel.html' title='Realmente inevitável'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114799559256212055</id><published>2006-05-18T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:39:52.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>METADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/garota_t.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/garota_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio.Que a morte de tudo que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Oswaldo Montenegro)&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/24798952-114799559256212055?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114799559256212055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114799559256212055&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799559256212055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114799559256212055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/metade.html' title='METADE...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114796250152860084</id><published>2006-05-18T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:28:21.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/Placebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/Placebo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Às vezes fica fraco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desintegrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o medo de crescer tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes fica fraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;assassinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o medo de crescer tarde demais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;(trecho da tradução da música "Pictures" do Placebo).&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/24798952-114796250152860084?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114796250152860084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114796250152860084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114796250152860084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114796250152860084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114342899318556929</id><published>2006-03-27T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:55:00.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas que se vão e deixam lembraças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/postcard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/postcard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hoje em dia, nada para mim é uma questão totalmente fechada. Preciso de alguém para partilhar emoções e experiências distintas. Vez por outra (raras vezes) aparecem pessoas boas em minha vida. Essa pessoas aparecem (como raios de luz brilhante na longa noite da vida) e fazem uma revolução em tudo e (e por azares do destino  ou  por que é assim que deve ser) se vão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114342899318556929?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114342899318556929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114342899318556929&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114342899318556929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114342899318556929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/03/pessoas-que-se-vo-e-deixam-lembraas.html' title='Pessoas que se vão e deixam lembraças...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798952.post-114342373438040039</id><published>2006-03-26T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:04:54.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/sailormoon1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/400/sailormoon1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Não te quero senão porque te quero&lt;br /&gt;e de querer-te a não te querer chego.&lt;br /&gt;E de esperar-te quando não te espero&lt;br /&gt;passa meu coração do frio ao fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só porque a ti quero&lt;br /&gt;odeio-te sem fim, odiando-te rogo&lt;br /&gt;e a medida do meu amor viajante&lt;br /&gt;é não te ver e amar-te como um cego.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez consumirá a luz de janeiro&lt;br /&gt;seu raio cruel meu coração inteiro&lt;br /&gt;roubando-me a chave do sossego&lt;br /&gt;nessa história onde eu me morro&lt;br /&gt;morrerei de amor porque te quero&lt;br /&gt;Por que te quero, amor&lt;br /&gt;a sangue e fogo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meu Bebê, essa é a nossa poesia. Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24798952-114342373438040039?l=flordacerejeira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/feeds/114342373438040039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24798952&amp;postID=114342373438040039&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114342373438040039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24798952/posts/default/114342373438040039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordacerejeira.blogspot.com/2006/03/pablo-neruda.html' title='Pablo Neruda...'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10100912802792628662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/636/2579/1600/florcerejeira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
