<?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-3568674983512055249</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:39:20.658-02:00</updated><category term='uer'/><category term='u'/><title type='text'>SUAVE TENTAÇAO</title><subtitle type='html'>Nao sou o mesmo depois de vc e nem quero ser.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5450156843713119630</id><published>2011-04-11T18:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:42:07.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADESSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVMY_gjH2Bo/TaN1ZxE6BpI/AAAAAAAABYo/JlBMfA_Z0_Q/s1600/DSC07511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVMY_gjH2Bo/TaN1ZxE6BpI/AAAAAAAABYo/JlBMfA_Z0_Q/s400/DSC07511.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O portuguesinhooooooooo...onde tu estas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rsss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudade de vc Rafhinhaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUCESSSSOOOO PRA TI no novo Mundo.&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/3568674983512055249-5450156843713119630?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5450156843713119630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudadesss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5450156843713119630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5450156843713119630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudadesss.html' title='SAUDADESSS'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVMY_gjH2Bo/TaN1ZxE6BpI/AAAAAAAABYo/JlBMfA_Z0_Q/s72-c/DSC07511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5250423018244989911</id><published>2011-04-04T19:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:34:33.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPmDlBZeOnA/TZJs0FpLbjI/AAAAAAAABXs/N27l3xD0ewM/s1600/maccom_PSILoveYou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPmDlBZeOnA/TZJs0FpLbjI/AAAAAAAABXs/N27l3xD0ewM/s320/maccom_PSILoveYou.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;Amo como ama o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;que te amo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(autor – Fernando pessoa )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-2394776550753262422?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2394776550753262422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amo-como-ama-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2394776550753262422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2394776550753262422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amo-como-ama-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPmDlBZeOnA/TZJs0FpLbjI/AAAAAAAABXs/N27l3xD0ewM/s72-c/maccom_PSILoveYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4980492018937520605</id><published>2011-03-29T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:51:38.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSg4NVwj_GM/TZJraaY81XI/AAAAAAAABXk/TJyWwUCOWgM/s1600/pai-amigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSg4NVwj_GM/TZJraaY81XI/AAAAAAAABXk/TJyWwUCOWgM/s400/pai-amigo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é  a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está  todo de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar  logo disso. Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por  estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Então você  trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua  aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se  prepara para a faculdade.Você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas,  vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de  colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida  flutuando. E termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo! Não seria perfeito?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Autor : Charles Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3568674983512055249-4980492018937520605?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4980492018937520605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4980492018937520605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4980492018937520605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSg4NVwj_GM/TZJraaY81XI/AAAAAAAABXk/TJyWwUCOWgM/s72-c/pai-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7385143114650184554</id><published>2011-03-28T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:32:45.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-NoWYqkeo/TZEahzT1BpI/AAAAAAAABXg/MCpwQoiMgiM/s1600/do-comeco-ao-fim-560-div.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-NoWYqkeo/TZEahzT1BpI/AAAAAAAABXg/MCpwQoiMgiM/s400/do-comeco-ao-fim-560-div.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Te amo porque quando eu te toco faço você sentir mais  homem do que qualquer outro. Eu te amo porque nunca poderão nos  acusar de amor. Te amo porque para entender o nosso amor iria ser  preciso virar o mundo de cabeça para baixo. Eu te amo porque você  poderia amar qualquer outra pessoa, mas mesmo assim você me ama.&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/3568674983512055249-7385143114650184554?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7385143114650184554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amo-porque-quando-eu-te-toco-faco-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7385143114650184554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7385143114650184554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amo-porque-quando-eu-te-toco-faco-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-NoWYqkeo/TZEahzT1BpI/AAAAAAAABXg/MCpwQoiMgiM/s72-c/do-comeco-ao-fim-560-div.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1709789527695386042</id><published>2011-03-28T19:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:52:26.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b48nztgTZtU/TZEQsXPkyJI/AAAAAAAABXY/T0HSkOl4HEA/s1600/26032011681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b48nztgTZtU/TZEQsXPkyJI/AAAAAAAABXY/T0HSkOl4HEA/s400/26032011681.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como vou te dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que agora você faz parte da minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em cada pensamento meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tua imagem ocupa um espaço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em cada suspiro meu, teu cheiro me alcança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em cada sonho meu, teu abraço me envolve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como vou imaginar a vida sem você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se minha alma caminha no espaço do teu mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se meu corpo quer a paz do teu beijo na minha pele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nossos olhares já se encontraram num só!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E descobrimos que nosso caminho é o mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nossas mãos se unem em harmonia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nossos pensamentos se tocam no ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nossos corpos se encaixam no amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como, minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como posso deixar de te amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tem como!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já não posso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te quero ao meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo todo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não, meu amado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não desisto, nunca é tarde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já não posso te deixar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois sempre vou te amar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taciana L. Farias&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/3568674983512055249-1709789527695386042?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1709789527695386042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-vou-te-dizer-que-agora-voce-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1709789527695386042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1709789527695386042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-vou-te-dizer-que-agora-voce-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b48nztgTZtU/TZEQsXPkyJI/AAAAAAAABXY/T0HSkOl4HEA/s72-c/26032011681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7539974520724195093</id><published>2011-03-28T19:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:49:57.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve-ctw1cSq0/TZEPB5h2tlI/AAAAAAAABXQ/5PqKaFrp4qU/s1600/26032011686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve-ctw1cSq0/TZEPB5h2tlI/AAAAAAAABXQ/5PqKaFrp4qU/s400/26032011686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo em todas as horas do meu dia,&lt;br /&gt;e em todos os sonhos que apareces à noite,&lt;br /&gt;e em todos os estragos e em toda folia,&lt;br /&gt;que tu fazes quando entras na minha rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo tudo que desfila pela tua retina,&lt;br /&gt;eu amo teu jeito revelado de fazer descaso,&lt;br /&gt;e em todos os labirintos em que te amasso,&lt;br /&gt;que me transmutam e me tiram a energia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo com roupa simples e com alegoria,&lt;br /&gt;em todas as peças da casa em que me desnudas,&lt;br /&gt;em todos os beijos pelas minhas partes carnudas,&lt;br /&gt;quando me incendeias e me calas de desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo até mesmo quando nem te vejo,&lt;br /&gt;eu amo quando fico acordado à tua espera,&lt;br /&gt;em todos os atos em que te recebi uma fera,&lt;br /&gt;que me transformaram num homem passional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chego a te amar loucamente de tão irracional,&lt;br /&gt;ah, eu amo as tuas ausências e as tuas esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;ah, eu amo as tuas descrenças e as tuas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;onde nem sempre sou teu personagem mais real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sei o que não consigo deixar de amar em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o sorriso, o compromisso, o carinho de mansinho.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o abrigo, o amigo, as mãos macias nos meus vãos.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o olhar, o apalpar, teu corpo no meu encostadinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te amar, já nem sei o que ainda tenho em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas que te amar me torna uma coraçao sem fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-7539974520724195093?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7539974520724195093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-te-amo-em-todas-as-horas-do-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7539974520724195093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7539974520724195093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-te-amo-em-todas-as-horas-do-meu-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve-ctw1cSq0/TZEPB5h2tlI/AAAAAAAABXQ/5PqKaFrp4qU/s72-c/26032011686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-9083684609027660248</id><published>2011-03-25T17:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:06:35.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiEqlH3Xgls/TYz1nkZMwxI/AAAAAAAABWc/ASNN-w0zVUQ/s1600/do_comeco_ao_fim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiEqlH3Xgls/TYz1nkZMwxI/AAAAAAAABWc/ASNN-w0zVUQ/s400/do_comeco_ao_fim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;" - Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;  - E por que você me ama?&lt;br /&gt;  - Eu te amo porque você é meu. Eu te amo porque você precisa de amor. Eu te amo porque quando você me olha eu me sinto um herói. Sempre foi assim. Eu te amo porque quando eu te toco me sinto mais homem do que qualquer outro.&lt;br /&gt; - [...] Eu te amo porque você poderia amar a qualquer outra pessoa e mesmo assim, você me ama... só a mim."&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/-Rx0dSUbPQTw/TYz1v_rIgSI/AAAAAAAABWk/nITSDJZ8lQM/s1600/DO_COM%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx0dSUbPQTw/TYz1v_rIgSI/AAAAAAAABWk/nITSDJZ8lQM/s400/DO_COM%257E2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ser capaz de se entregar inteira e completamente a uma outra pessoa é a melhor coisa da vida. O amor verdadeiro começa aí. Nesse entrega incondicional. A vida pessoal só vale a pena quando se acredita na dependência mútua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído do filme Do Começo ao Fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-9083684609027660248?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/9083684609027660248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/9083684609027660248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/9083684609027660248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiEqlH3Xgls/TYz1nkZMwxI/AAAAAAAABWc/ASNN-w0zVUQ/s72-c/do_comeco_ao_fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4031577697038011742</id><published>2011-03-25T16:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:58:55.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então aprendi que, &lt;br /&gt;melhores amigos, às vezes nem são tão melhores assim. Aprendi que o melhor remédio é ouvir as pessoas, mas isso também pode ser o pior veneno. Aprendi que amores eternos podem acabar em questão de segundos. Aprendi que aqueles que considerávamos apenas mais um amigo, pode ser o amigo. aprendi que despedidas podem ser a chance de um reencontro. aprendi que a distância pode também unir pessoas. aprendi que os fins, por mais dolorosos que sejam, podem ser a melhor coisa que poderia nos acontecer. aprendi que amigos nos decepcionam. aprendi que o ''pra sempre'' sempre acaba, e ''nunca'' jamais é cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoLUZn70uc/TYzz95vplKI/AAAAAAAABWM/gFELNLEms-I/s1600/6eb9bc5e2edd4b4fc4f06fc8a3c0335098365aa3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoLUZn70uc/TYzz95vplKI/AAAAAAAABWM/gFELNLEms-I/s400/6eb9bc5e2edd4b4fc4f06fc8a3c0335098365aa3.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/3568674983512055249-4031577697038011742?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4031577697038011742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-aprendi-que-melhores-amigos-as_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4031577697038011742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4031577697038011742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-aprendi-que-melhores-amigos-as_25.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoLUZn70uc/TYzz95vplKI/AAAAAAAABWM/gFELNLEms-I/s72-c/6eb9bc5e2edd4b4fc4f06fc8a3c0335098365aa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1073799519192129388</id><published>2011-03-25T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:56:34.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então aprendi que, &lt;br /&gt;melhores amigos, às vezes nem são tão melhores assim. Aprendi que o melhor remédio é ouvir as pessoas, mas isso também pode ser o pior veneno. Aprendi que amores eternos podem acabar em questão de segundos. Aprendi que aqueles que considerávamos apenas mais um amigo, pode ser o amigo. aprendi que despedidas podem ser a chance de um reencontro. aprendi que a distância pode também unir pessoas. aprendi que os fins, por mais dolorosos que sejam, podem ser a melhor coisa que poderia nos acontecer. aprendi que amigos nos decepcionam. aprendi que o ''pra sempre'' sempre acaba, e ''nunca'' jamais é cumprido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-1073799519192129388?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1073799519192129388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-aprendi-que-melhores-amigos-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1073799519192129388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1073799519192129388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-aprendi-que-melhores-amigos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-255253064330215896</id><published>2011-03-25T16:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:53:02.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UM CÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--otVjXiKhFs/TYzyhHIThiI/AAAAAAAABWE/kGmBmNfj35g/s1600/cachorro-dormindo-2833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--otVjXiKhFs/TYzyhHIThiI/AAAAAAAABWE/kGmBmNfj35g/s400/cachorro-dormindo-2833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de carros modernos, palacetes ou roupas de grife. Símbolos de status não significam nada para ele. Um pedaço de madeira encontrado na praia serve. Um cão não julga os outros por sua cor, credo ou classe, mas por quem são por dentro. Um cão não se importa se você é rico ou pobre, educado ou analfabeto, inteligente ou burro. Se você lhe der seu coração, ele lhe dará o dele. É realmente muito simples, mas mesmo assim, nós humanos, tão mais sábios e sofisticados, sempre tivemos problemas para descobrir o que realmente importa ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-255253064330215896?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/255253064330215896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-cao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/255253064330215896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/255253064330215896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v4xWoH1kiQY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4884069460571468217</id><published>2011-03-24T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:06:01.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9uPzsaalXYQ/TYvAPl01tPI/AAAAAAAABV4/R5-QcLN5EME/s1600/Saber+esperar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9uPzsaalXYQ/TYvAPl01tPI/AAAAAAAABV4/R5-QcLN5EME/s400/Saber+esperar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É preciso saber esperar...!&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente quando as coisas estão mais difíceis, quando parece não ter mais soluções.&lt;br /&gt;Pois muitas vezes a dor pela espera é necessária para o nosso crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é como um bumerangue.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fazemos terá sempre retorno. Por isso é sempre importante praticarmos o bem, fazermos boas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Quão maior for a dor, maior será o alívio de superá-la, e sentir o gosto da vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe uma só folha que caia que não seja da vontade de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos fortes em todos os momentos. Principalmente nos mais difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba esperar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-4884069460571468217?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4884069460571468217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-preciso-saber-esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4884069460571468217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4884069460571468217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-preciso-saber-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9uPzsaalXYQ/TYvAPl01tPI/AAAAAAAABV4/R5-QcLN5EME/s72-c/Saber+esperar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3596958544643728471</id><published>2011-03-24T18:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:45:30.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s7H_81clMzw/TYu-xrX8d8I/AAAAAAAABV0/mHCtyRQTIrk/s1600/amor-oscuro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s7H_81clMzw/TYu-xrX8d8I/AAAAAAAABV0/mHCtyRQTIrk/s400/amor-oscuro.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É um sentimento inexplicável! Não há palavras suficiente para defini-lo, para que possamos entender o que é o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O  amor é uma música, um gesto, um sorriso, um aperto de mão, um olhar, um  suspiro, um sonho ! O amor é a imaginação, a criatividade, é a  confiança, é a lealdade, é o companheirismo, é tudo que possamos  oferecer, tudo que deixa os outros felizes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como  o amor aparece ? Eu não sei, mas estou dominao por ele, envolvido,  “preso” a esse sentimento tão gostoso, tão bom, tão sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O  amor deixa marcas, talvez até cicatrizes, mas isso tudo é sinal de  aprendizagem, e as melhores e piores coisas que aprendemos na vida é por  causa do amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O  amor verdadeiro é aquele que compreende, que não está com você só por  sexo, que lhe apóia, que ri com você, que faz você chorar de felicidade,  que te alegra quando você está triste, que deita no teu colo e fala que  te ama e que quer só você, que passa horas te admirando e dizendo que  você é lindo e é o amor da vida dela(e), que diz que você é a pessoa  mais importante da vida dela(e), que a distância é uma barreira  minúscula perto do amor de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ISSO TUDO É O AMOR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amor é Deus, é o sentimento mais bem criado pelo Senhor! O amor é a cura de qualquer doença, assim como a fé e a esperança .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amor é o sentimento mais puro, sincero e honesto que alguém pode ter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amar é viver !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem não ama, não sabe viver !&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/3568674983512055249-3596958544643728471?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3596958544643728471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-e-um-sentimento-inexplicavel-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3596958544643728471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3596958544643728471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-e-um-sentimento-inexplicavel-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s7H_81clMzw/TYu-xrX8d8I/AAAAAAAABV0/mHCtyRQTIrk/s72-c/amor-oscuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6746500586531146594</id><published>2011-03-24T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:50:01.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SdXLH9eWxSc/TYqJWWpEDgI/AAAAAAAABVc/h_6QPp19ZEk/s1600/23032011657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SdXLH9eWxSc/TYqJWWpEDgI/AAAAAAAABVc/h_6QPp19ZEk/s320/23032011657.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Indo pra Araçatuba almoçar nun dia simples de quarta feira.&lt;br /&gt;Banco de tras: Fran/Edilene super star rss/Viviane...Eu ai na frente e o nosso amigo Carlinhos na direçao do carango.&lt;br /&gt;Foi umas horas muito agradavies....rimos muito...comemos comida boa.....gastamos....enfin, um almoço nada tradicional.......loucos de pedras...me deixaram rindo muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro vcs........que os proximos almoços sejam perfeitos iguais o de hj.&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/3568674983512055249-7237731405544979392?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7237731405544979392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigosss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7237731405544979392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7237731405544979392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigosss.html' title='AMIGOSSS'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SdXLH9eWxSc/TYqJWWpEDgI/AAAAAAAABVc/h_6QPp19ZEk/s72-c/23032011657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3561385660040079950</id><published>2011-03-23T20:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:05:37.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-R1raOUP-9ZQ/TYqH9_Tk0cI/AAAAAAAABVY/I1gfABExklE/s1600/OgAAACX8KAbPYe2R6KJR1MaONJm_wHxrhfuGPv8qksmSViaPh8c52eHX511hb6BPFikmqqfz0pv73ubrrKzHuvZ7_OYAm1T1UIYtomOkSHQn62RoES7ztjuORlIX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-R1raOUP-9ZQ/TYqH9_Tk0cI/AAAAAAAABVY/I1gfABExklE/s400/OgAAACX8KAbPYe2R6KJR1MaONJm_wHxrhfuGPv8qksmSViaPh8c52eHX511hb6BPFikmqqfz0pv73ubrrKzHuvZ7_OYAm1T1UIYtomOkSHQn62RoES7ztjuORlIX.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"QUE DE MUITO CERTO OU ERRADO..NAO IMPORTA.&lt;br /&gt;EU NASCI PRA SER CORAJOSO"&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/3568674983512055249-3561385660040079950?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3561385660040079950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3561385660040079950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3561385660040079950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-R1raOUP-9ZQ/TYqH9_Tk0cI/AAAAAAAABVY/I1gfABExklE/s72-c/OgAAACX8KAbPYe2R6KJR1MaONJm_wHxrhfuGPv8qksmSViaPh8c52eHX511hb6BPFikmqqfz0pv73ubrrKzHuvZ7_OYAm1T1UIYtomOkSHQn62RoES7ztjuORlIX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2012585456195239576</id><published>2011-03-22T19:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:17:38.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wFMhoN0S-kc/TYkf4l3NW1I/AAAAAAAABVU/7AuyPGV2Yk0/s1600/101573777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wFMhoN0S-kc/TYkf4l3NW1I/AAAAAAAABVU/7AuyPGV2Yk0/s400/101573777.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..as folhas caem, e uma brisa toca levemente meu rosto enxugando minhas  lágrimas,ainda consigo sentir a dor que esmaga meu coração contra meu  peito. Ele grita pedindo socorro, mais é um grito que ninguém jamais há  de escutar. Sangrando, partindo, se desfazendo, é assim que ele vai  ficar sempre, enquanto seu veneno insistir em permanecer em mim. O sol  quente da manhã, toca minha pele,e o clarear do dia deixa visivel todas  as marcas da noite anterior. Noite após noite sinto o quanto sua  ausência me afeta, me distroi ainda mais. Mesmo que eu ainda possa  sorrir, nada, NADA, vai esconder as marcas que foram deixadas em mim.  Mesmo que eu sobreviva por fora, eu me encontro em óbito por dentro. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2012585456195239576?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2012585456195239576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2012585456195239576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2012585456195239576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wFMhoN0S-kc/TYkf4l3NW1I/AAAAAAAABVU/7AuyPGV2Yk0/s72-c/101573777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4872771996311787345</id><published>2011-03-22T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:04:01.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6v2qM3drYNY/TYkctpy2UdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/BRC3lecvBs0/s1600/sapatos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6v2qM3drYNY/TYkctpy2UdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/BRC3lecvBs0/s400/sapatos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;"&gt;Apertei os sapatos desgastados de correr atrás de ti &lt;br /&gt;e &lt;br /&gt;virei na esquina da rua que não se cruza com a tua. &lt;br /&gt;A calçada sorriu-me...&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/3568674983512055249-4872771996311787345?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4872771996311787345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/apertei-os-sapatos-desgastados-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4872771996311787345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4872771996311787345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/apertei-os-sapatos-desgastados-de.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6v2qM3drYNY/TYkctpy2UdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/BRC3lecvBs0/s72-c/sapatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1560724153133102023</id><published>2011-03-22T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:57:45.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desistir? Ou talvez não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lHvP9YWO4s4/TYkbI_6EOPI/AAAAAAAABVM/dzBfTYMjC_s/s1600/377494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lHvP9YWO4s4/TYkbI_6EOPI/AAAAAAAABVM/dzBfTYMjC_s/s400/377494.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem alturas em que me apetece baixar os braços...Desistir...&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-1560724153133102023?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1560724153133102023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/desistir-ou-talvez-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1560724153133102023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1560724153133102023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/desistir-ou-talvez-nao.html' title='Desistir? 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As minhas. As dores deste e daquele.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero esquecer quem fui. O que sou.O que foste.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero esquecer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer, esquecer e esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje preciso manter-me à tona da linha de água&lt;br /&gt;Hoje preciso encontrar de volta o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar exactamente no mesmo sitio onde me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Onde me perdi de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3568674983512055249-383447930371212874?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/383447930371212874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/dispo-me-da-minha-alma-dispo-me-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/383447930371212874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/383447930371212874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/dispo-me-da-minha-alma-dispo-me-da.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xn3UyFNaCHI/TYkaEKQIcmI/AAAAAAAABVA/e7CHuPJGRv0/s72-c/538_06_310_23_28_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-8870090029101343053</id><published>2011-03-20T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:47:44.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5d8S0Ct38W8/TYZnnXbA2XI/AAAAAAAABU8/2Ti0Pvv3gQQ/s1600/OgAAAJtjE735y5SlxBTdRFZnBgWBY3p5SdZemOX07PIFe1GRn51CU1ukDs3L2fQ9ApP9ks2KYOqfk8ShIV6ELqhatyMAm1T1UDeFQb-NOE9v6PLd89BqhB2KUoBd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5d8S0Ct38W8/TYZnnXbA2XI/AAAAAAAABU8/2Ti0Pvv3gQQ/s320/OgAAAJtjE735y5SlxBTdRFZnBgWBY3p5SdZemOX07PIFe1GRn51CU1ukDs3L2fQ9ApP9ks2KYOqfk8ShIV6ELqhatyMAm1T1UDeFQb-NOE9v6PLd89BqhB2KUoBd.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nova&amp;nbsp; amiga.....me escuta, me da conselhos....faz a parte de irmaozona mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem tao novo assim no circulo de minhas amizades, mas ja entrou com um peso consideravel de atençao, de carinho e de presença afetiva.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro vc Erica. &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/3568674983512055249-8870090029101343053?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/8870090029101343053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nova-amiga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8870090029101343053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8870090029101343053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nova-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5d8S0Ct38W8/TYZnnXbA2XI/AAAAAAAABU8/2Ti0Pvv3gQQ/s72-c/OgAAAJtjE735y5SlxBTdRFZnBgWBY3p5SdZemOX07PIFe1GRn51CU1ukDs3L2fQ9ApP9ks2KYOqfk8ShIV6ELqhatyMAm1T1UDeFQb-NOE9v6PLd89BqhB2KUoBd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-8231571083335213703</id><published>2011-03-20T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:39:30.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OWjcTeVmKmo/TYZl7nObVjI/AAAAAAAABU4/DzxLFZ8owJU/s1600/hebreus-10-37-1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OWjcTeVmKmo/TYZl7nObVjI/AAAAAAAABU4/DzxLFZ8owJU/s400/hebreus-10-37-1600x1200.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;erguntei a um sábio,&lt;br /&gt;a diferença que havia&lt;br /&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;br /&gt;ele me disse essa verdade…&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;br /&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;br /&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;br /&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;br /&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida&lt;br /&gt;companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;br /&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;br /&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;br /&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;br /&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;br /&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;br /&gt;dentro do seu coração”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3568674983512055249-8231571083335213703?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/8231571083335213703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/p-erguntei-um-sabio-diferenca-que-havia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8231571083335213703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8231571083335213703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/p-erguntei-um-sabio-diferenca-que-havia.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OWjcTeVmKmo/TYZl7nObVjI/AAAAAAAABU4/DzxLFZ8owJU/s72-c/hebreus-10-37-1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2072449733125703289</id><published>2011-03-20T12:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:40:45.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3Y0IM8ROoGI/TYYf1JUy_tI/AAAAAAAABU0/yyt-XjmiwnI/s1600/OgAAAForMKpkT72sviDCliE3HtngXPUSV3cbtqNgzCsP6NITlPpPjuxXfLdRYpjLOMXZFkAJ7OW9F-bxi44dDuQjDw8Am1T1UN2-c3ncUwmdojyOtfInrODRtCvS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3Y0IM8ROoGI/TYYf1JUy_tI/AAAAAAAABU0/yyt-XjmiwnI/s400/OgAAAForMKpkT72sviDCliE3HtngXPUSV3cbtqNgzCsP6NITlPpPjuxXfLdRYpjLOMXZFkAJ7OW9F-bxi44dDuQjDw8Am1T1UN2-c3ncUwmdojyOtfInrODRtCvS.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Tantos tipos de amor tenho visto  por aí. Amores fracos, desnutridos de coragem; amores fortes, que  atravessam muitas barreiras, mas que em certo momento tropeçam numa  pequena pedra, caem e não conseguem mais se levantar.&lt;br /&gt;De tantos e  todos os tipos de amor que conheci, houve um que jamais esquecerei: o  amor incondicional, aquele que existe apesar de, e que atravessa  qualquer tipo de tempestade, tropeça em muitos obstáculos e mesmo assim  não deixa de existir; não altera a sua rota, não diminui a sua dimensão,  não perde o seu peso, não permite que o seu brilho seja ofuscado. Só  ama incondicionalmente quem é possuidor de uma alma grande, e esse tipo  de alma normalmente é acompanhada de um espírito de luz. Amar assim é  não viver subjugado a "mas..." e "poréns...", é não ter critérios para  doar esse amor, é não exigir troca e abrir mão de reciprocidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando  se ama incondicionalmente tem um espaço dentro do cérebro que fica  reservado em definitivo para que nas vinte e quatro horas do dia o  pensamento não se afaste do objeto desse amor. Já no coração, não existe  um espaço designado para guardá-lo, porque ele é todo esse amor,  vivenciado e sentido enquanto ele bater.&lt;br /&gt;Amor incondicional não tem  orgulho de nenhuma espécie. Não se envaidece de sua capacidade, nem de  sua força, não tem necessidade de alardear a sua existência, nem  demonstrar o seu imenso universo, ele é simplesmente um amor humilde,  puro e despretensioso e justo por isso se torna grandioso. Corações que  vivem esse tipo de amor, são generosos, eternos, mesmo depois que param  de bater, são sublimes e por isso conseguem guardar dentro deles tanta  ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Amor incondicional não faz de conta que é, não se obriga a  desistir de si mesmo, não precisa viver de fantasias, nem andar  travestido de ilusões para prosseguir o seu caminho. Esse amor do qual  estou falando é por si só inteiro, não agoniza e muitas vezes inexiste  aos olhos dos outros, mas quem ama incondicionalmente, sabe a receita  exata de como vivê-lo sem dores. Felizes daqueles que despertam essa  maneira de amar em alguém, esses sim, têm motivos de sobra para se  orgulhar por terem conseguido atingir de forma tão especial um coração  carregado do mais puro dos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Amor se torna incondicional  quando ele já se acomodou dentro do peito, já se conformou com a estrada  que terá que percorrer e já não há mais possibilidade de derrapar em  nenhuma curva desse caminho, nem ser atropelado por qualquer dúvida. É  quando também, o que ficou para trás já não importa e o que está por vir  não vai mudar nada.&lt;br /&gt;O amor incondicional é aquele que doa o melhor  de si, mesmo que esteja recebendo o pior de alguém, porque ele não  depende de ser querido, nem de ser aceito e não esmorece se for  ignorado. Esse amor é daqueles amores que no passado já sangraram muito,  latejaram, abriram enormes feridas, mas que ainda assim não deixaram  marcas nem cicatrizes, porque a partir daí, resplandeceram e passaram a  viver em eterno estado de graça até o instante que se eternizaram.&lt;br /&gt;Há  quem diga que o amor incondicional é masoquista, isso não é verdade,  esse tipo de amor é o inútil. O amor inútil sim, alimenta-se de  sofrimento, resiste a tudo com esperanças de alcançar o seu objetivo,  que já ficou bem claro, não será conquistado. O amor inútil é aquele que  já foi embora mas saiu tão mansamente que nem deixou que percebessem  sua partida, ao contrário do incondicional, que se instalou dentro de  alguém e não pretende procurar a saída.&lt;br /&gt;O amor incondicional não  corre atrás de sonhos impossíveis, não precisa disso. Ele já é maduro,  há muito deixou de ser adolescente, e envelhecer também não está nos  seus planos, porque o amor que se torna velho, é um amor cansado,  desgastado, exaurido. Já o incondicional é e sempre será, ativo,  independente, coerente, auto-suficiente, porque se reserva o direito de  ser solitário e ainda assim completo e realizado, porque reside nele a  certeza de sua inocência, pureza e sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um encontro  marcado entre o amor incondicional, a glória e o esplendor em algum  canto do mundo, em algum instante da vida ou em algum momento após a  morte, mas ele não conta os dias para isso, nem sequer consulta o  relógio, embora para ele, o momento desse encontro seja a grande magia  da sua existência.&lt;br /&gt;Amor incondicional é de uma elegância imensurável,  de uma postura invejável e de uma personalidade unica. Felizes daqueles  que são merecedores de serem amados incondicionalmente e mais felizes  ainda, aqueles que se permitem amar assim, porque são eles os grandes  heróis da vida. Infelizes daqueles que não conseguem perceber quando  despertam esse tipo de amor, que não têm a sensibilidade de sentí-lo ao  seu redor e valorizá-lo independente do que podem oferecer a ele.&lt;br /&gt;Amar incondicionalmente é uma arte.&lt;br /&gt;Ser amado assim, um presente divino.&lt;br /&gt;Silvana Duboc&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/3568674983512055249-2072449733125703289?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2072449733125703289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/tantos-tipos-de-amor-tenho-visto-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2072449733125703289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2072449733125703289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/tantos-tipos-de-amor-tenho-visto-por-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3Y0IM8ROoGI/TYYf1JUy_tI/AAAAAAAABU0/yyt-XjmiwnI/s72-c/OgAAAForMKpkT72sviDCliE3HtngXPUSV3cbtqNgzCsP6NITlPpPjuxXfLdRYpjLOMXZFkAJ7OW9F-bxi44dDuQjDw8Am1T1UN2-c3ncUwmdojyOtfInrODRtCvS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5648872510430216895</id><published>2011-03-19T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:59:10.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dGKwCHct5Dk/TYT_RxU3ycI/AAAAAAAABUQ/YXnXdiRgWIQ/s1600/19032011648+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dGKwCHct5Dk/TYT_RxU3ycI/AAAAAAAABUQ/YXnXdiRgWIQ/s400/19032011648+copy.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3568674983512055249-1751827138833347391?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1751827138833347391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1751827138833347391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1751827138833347391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dGKwCHct5Dk/TYT_RxU3ycI/AAAAAAAABUQ/YXnXdiRgWIQ/s72-c/19032011648+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5662553105495631323</id><published>2011-03-18T20:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:51:37.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JgXMlxOEcv4/TYPv-vIx15I/AAAAAAAABUM/7ogmPQ3GETI/s1600/3738273602_4dd5aeeb27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JgXMlxOEcv4/TYPv-vIx15I/AAAAAAAABUM/7ogmPQ3GETI/s1600/3738273602_4dd5aeeb27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se há uma coisa que eu faço em excesso é sonhar. Sonhar com coisas  bobas, sonhar com coisas sérias, simplesmente sonhar. Pra mim os sonhos  são a essência de uma pessoa, sem eles uma pessoa seria incompleta,  vazia. Sonhos são o brilho no olhar, o sorriso estampado em um rosto,  eles são a imaginação de uma criança que habita no interior de cada  pessoa, seja nova ou velha, sempre há uma criança dentro de nós. Essa  criança pode ser mais forte ou mais fraca, mas ela existe, só depende de  nós fazer dela uma criança feliz ou triste, só depende de nós fazer de  nós mesmos felizes ou tristes. Sonhos são aqueles desejos impossíveis,  mas que já aconteceram com alguém.. Já parou pra pensar que eles podem  estar mais perto do que nós esperamos? Só precisamos de determinação  para fazer deles reais. Só precisamos nunca dizer nunca para fazer com  que os nossos sonhos aconteçam.. Só depende de nós. Sonhar é bom, e  viver nossos sonhos deve ser melhor ainda, não é? Parados nunca iremos  alcançá-los. Que tal nos movermos um pouco? Pode ser que um simples  estalo de dedos possa ser tudo o que precisamos. Ou um empurrão seja o  primeiro passo para um futuro realizado.&lt;/b&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/3568674983512055249-5662553105495631323?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5662553105495631323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-ha-uma-coisa-que-eu-faco-em-excesso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5662553105495631323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5662553105495631323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-ha-uma-coisa-que-eu-faco-em-excesso.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JgXMlxOEcv4/TYPv-vIx15I/AAAAAAAABUM/7ogmPQ3GETI/s72-c/3738273602_4dd5aeeb27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2618773783785561653</id><published>2011-03-18T20:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:47:56.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kDHBUGLyuDg/TYPutw-ukjI/AAAAAAAABUE/oa3qvH76Ei0/s1600/4496511407_d8c0c02552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mfrn4bvVIVQ/TYPu_Td-4JI/AAAAAAAABUI/jxvdLIYHtG8/s1600/4496511407_d8c0c02552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mfrn4bvVIVQ/TYPu_Td-4JI/AAAAAAAABUI/jxvdLIYHtG8/s400/4496511407_d8c0c02552.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde você foi parar agora que tudo ficou cinza? Onde está você agora que   eu mais preciso? Cadê aquele menino que prometeu estar sempre ao meu   lado, não importando-se com mais nada no mundo, que prometeu que nunca   iria me deixar? Onde ele está? É, ele me deixou, ele te deixou, ele nos   deixou. Ele foi pra um lugar de onde ninguém nunca retorna, e se tenta   retornar algum dia, nada é como costumava ser. Ele foi trancado dentro   de você. Trancado pra nunca mais sair, pra toda a eternidade. Aqui está  o  garoto que veio substituí-lo, um garoto diferente, um garoto que   trancou aquele que eu amava dentro dele, num lugar escuro, num lugar   onde eu queria poder entrar e tirá-lo, mas não tem volta, ele se foi.   Ele partiu e deixou algo, ou melhor, alguém. Alguém que nunca irá me   amar, alguém que nunca me prometeu nada, alguém que só pensa em tirar   vantagem das coisas e das pessoas ao seu redor. Alguém que,   sinceramente, não tem nada à ver com aquele alguém que eu um dia amei.   É, alguém que um dia eu amei de verdade, com todas as minhas forças, com   todo o meu coração... Cadê ele?&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/3568674983512055249-2618773783785561653?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2618773783785561653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/onde-voce-foi-parar-agora-que-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2618773783785561653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2618773783785561653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/onde-voce-foi-parar-agora-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mfrn4bvVIVQ/TYPu_Td-4JI/AAAAAAAABUI/jxvdLIYHtG8/s72-c/4496511407_d8c0c02552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5733012915874696800</id><published>2011-03-18T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:43:57.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TkhJhv1nPU4/TYPthnRE9PI/AAAAAAAABUA/UjdX-dIKEx8/s1600/2532223583_8ef74de552f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TkhJhv1nPU4/TYPthnRE9PI/AAAAAAAABUA/UjdX-dIKEx8/s400/2532223583_8ef74de552f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu  ainda tenho esperanças de que um dia você irá voltar dizendo que  seus  planos não deram certo, que tudo o que você pensou que era certo  estava  errado e que quer retomar os tantos planos que fizemos para o  nosso  futuro, aqueles que me faziam ficar acordado na cama durante  horas  pensando em silêncio. Eu só queria ver a sua cara enquanto eu  dizia que  eu não era suficiente pra você, enquanto eu citava os tantos  motivos que  fizeram você se afastar de mim. Eu só queria que você  provasse do  próprio veneno, ou melhor, das próprias palavras. Eu queria  dizer tudo o  que você disse pra mim, olhando no fundo dos seus olhos e  assistindo  seu mundo cair como o meu caiu. Queria dar um sorriso  sarcástico, piscar  um olho e dizer "adeus" enquanto eu andava para o  meu destino sem você.  Depois disso, eu queria ver a sua cara enquanto  você ouvia o rádio  tocando minha música preferida, ou enquanto você  trocava de canal e  estava passando meu filme preferido, aquele que  vimos tantas vezes  juntos e que você sabe todas as falas, só por minha  culpa. Em outras  palavras, eu só queria ver como você reagiria vivendo  com tudo aquilo  que eu tive que conviver por sua culpa. Eu só queria  que você soubesse  que eu estou bem sem você, mas eu sei que isso nunca  vai acontecer, pois  você realmente está bem sem mim e não tem nenhum  problema com todos os  motivos que fizeram você ir, a sua vida está  ótima sem mim, melhor do  que nunca. E, mesmo que você me quisesse de  volta um dia, eu não  conseguiria dizer tudo o que você me disse, eu só  conseguiria dizer um  frio "não", pois querendo ou não, eu ainda o amo, e  não gostaria de ver  você passando por tudo o que eu passei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-5733012915874696800?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5733012915874696800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-ainda-tenho-esperancas-de-que-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5733012915874696800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5733012915874696800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-ainda-tenho-esperancas-de-que-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TkhJhv1nPU4/TYPthnRE9PI/AAAAAAAABUA/UjdX-dIKEx8/s72-c/2532223583_8ef74de552f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1968209095237949807</id><published>2011-03-18T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:25:35.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESENHEI UM CORAÇAO DE PAPEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z_QTjE5qGqA/TYPkvgWA_4I/AAAAAAAABT4/MGD_qJu5qNc/s1600/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z_QTjE5qGqA/TYPkvgWA_4I/AAAAAAAABT4/MGD_qJu5qNc/s400/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Queria te dizer que a cada dia me confundes mais. A cada dia te quero  mais, mas a cada dia pareces mais distante. A cada dia me lembro de como  era bom estar contigo, de como me sentia. Mas me lembro das  inseguranças, dos sonhos que nunca se realizaram. Não me arrependo do  que fiz, só me arrependo do que não fiz. Essa é a frase que ecoa na  minha mente a cada segundo, a cada batida do relógio, e me faz pensar em  como as coisas teriam sido se eu tivesse me arriscado mais. Talvez hoje  eu estaria arrazado, ou talvez fosse a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.  Nunca saberei como teria sido… Fiquei sabendo que você mudou. Não sei se  foi para melhor ou para pior, você tinha seus defeitos, mas acho que te  amava do jeito que você era. “&lt;i&gt;Eu acho que gosto mesmo de você bem do jeito que você é.”&lt;/i&gt;  Não queria que você mudasse, mas apenas amadurecesse. Não queria que  nada fosse diferente, só queria que tivesse dado certo. Não queria que  você fosse perfeito, apenas o cara certo. Mas mais uma vez me pego  sonhando, e todas essas palavras confusas e emboladas não passam de uma  tentativa de que tudo acabe com um final feliz.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-1968209095237949807?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1968209095237949807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/queria-te-dizer-que-cada-dia-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1968209095237949807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1968209095237949807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/queria-te-dizer-que-cada-dia-me.html' title='DESENHEI UM CORAÇAO DE PAPEL'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z_QTjE5qGqA/TYPkvgWA_4I/AAAAAAAABT4/MGD_qJu5qNc/s72-c/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-563045488815931045</id><published>2011-03-18T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:59:30.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-92BPGVFRVA0/TYPjhm8jzgI/AAAAAAAABTw/w3VxS_k7epM/s1600/a_chave_do_meu_cora_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX2sGMVmNNs/TYPjjdO7baI/AAAAAAAABT0/OVxtlgVT2CE/s1600/z18827047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX2sGMVmNNs/TYPjjdO7baI/AAAAAAAABT0/OVxtlgVT2CE/s400/z18827047.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lembras-te de um dia me teres pedido uma prova de amor? E eu fiz uma  coisa muito lamechas e tu disseste que não era aquilo que querias? Bem,  continuo a não saber o que queres, mas penso que te tenho dado provas de  que, apesar dos erros estúpidos e imbecis que cometi, eu me arrependo  deles e te amo incondicionalmente. E aceito-te como és,  independentemente de tudo o resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem ti... Sem ti tudo é demasiado diferente e, sinceramente, estou  cansado de mudanças. És tudo o que eu quero. Por isso fechei o meu  coração com uma chave que só tu tens. E gostava muito que um dia o  abrisses.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/3568674983512055249-563045488815931045?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/563045488815931045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembras-te-de-um-dia-me-teres-pedido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/563045488815931045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/563045488815931045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembras-te-de-um-dia-me-teres-pedido.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX2sGMVmNNs/TYPjjdO7baI/AAAAAAAABT0/OVxtlgVT2CE/s72-c/z18827047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6912957381742748144</id><published>2011-03-17T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:15:54.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KCBRkG4exE4/TYKHsnxH8MI/AAAAAAAABTs/TqnVDc31Ik0/s1600/vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KCBRkG4exE4/TYKHsnxH8MI/AAAAAAAABTs/TqnVDc31Ik0/s400/vento.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando a gente se dá conta que não precisa de outra  pessoa para ser feliz, que conseguimos nos auto-satisfazer, é muuuito  bom, saber que podemos ser felizes com outras pessoas, com a gente mesmo  oras, é espetacular! Somos únicos e especiais, temos o nosso valor e  ninguém mais pode decidir como seremos na vida. Nossas ações é que  definem a maneira como podemos ficar, como podemos ser, progredir...  Podemos fazer tudo o que quisermos, só depende de nós, de nos  desprendermos de certas pessoas e atitudes. Nos reinventarmos de vez em  quando faz bem pro ego, pra termos coragem e seguir adiante. Enquanto  dura é excelente, o comecinho é tudo as mil maravilhas, mas conforme vai  passando a gente vai percebendo o quanto é complicado um  relacionamento. Não é simples assim! Estar apaixonado é divino, mas  permanecer e conviver com isso que é o problema, a paixão se torna um  vício, um dilema entre a razão e o coração.Hoje  consigo perceber a real diferença entre amor e paixão, de uma maneira  simples é assim: o amor é quieto e a paixão barulhenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6912957381742748144?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6912957381742748144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-gente-se-da-conta-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6912957381742748144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6912957381742748144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-gente-se-da-conta-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KCBRkG4exE4/TYKHsnxH8MI/AAAAAAAABTs/TqnVDc31Ik0/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1468702457079585282</id><published>2011-03-17T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:09:09.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gZ5XV24jj-U/TYKGXqBBHNI/AAAAAAAABTo/yiTufey49Sk/s1600/506bf44141826873b33c7a5c938362599745bdfa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gZ5XV24jj-U/TYKGXqBBHNI/AAAAAAAABTo/yiTufey49Sk/s400/506bf44141826873b33c7a5c938362599745bdfa.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIM , hoje se encerrou um capitulo da minha vida, não menos  importante mais foi apenas mais um , nele eu sofri,sorri,amei,vivi ,  senti emoções antes desconhecidas que me ensinou muitas coisas , é  triste e ao mesmo tempo bom , triste pq sei quenão vou ter mais aquela  pessoa especial do meu lado,fazendo coisas que eu amava e feliz pq  cresci ,isso mesmo amadureci com essa história e quer saber não chorei  apenas aceitei.Agora é continuar e sei que vou ser ainda muito feliiz.&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/3568674983512055249-1468702457079585282?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1468702457079585282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/fim-hoje-se-encerrou-um-capitulo-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1468702457079585282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1468702457079585282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/fim-hoje-se-encerrou-um-capitulo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gZ5XV24jj-U/TYKGXqBBHNI/AAAAAAAABTo/yiTufey49Sk/s72-c/506bf44141826873b33c7a5c938362599745bdfa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6521591318626385232</id><published>2011-03-17T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:01:05.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u2anDs6d_hU/TYKElI-wSeI/AAAAAAAABTk/rRyaTLBdEGQ/s1600/tumblr_lcr3nlwdRX1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u2anDs6d_hU/TYKElI-wSeI/AAAAAAAABTk/rRyaTLBdEGQ/s400/tumblr_lcr3nlwdRX1qcbra0o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sabe  aquela estrada que você nunca esquece &amp;nbsp;sabe aquela estrada que você  sempre segue , aquela que você sorri , chora , triste ou feliz &amp;nbsp;mesmo  assim você esta nela , bom &amp;nbsp;não teria que ser uma estrada talvez teria  que se chamar vida &amp;nbsp;mais como a vida as estradas também tem seus  caminhos , &amp;nbsp;seus defeitos , suas curvas , seus acidentes , suas mortes  ou como for , pra mim &amp;nbsp;sempre vai ser melhor ela ser chamada de estrada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3568674983512055249-6521591318626385232?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6521591318626385232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabe-aquela-estrada-que-voce-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6521591318626385232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6521591318626385232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabe-aquela-estrada-que-voce-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u2anDs6d_hU/TYKElI-wSeI/AAAAAAAABTk/rRyaTLBdEGQ/s72-c/tumblr_lcr3nlwdRX1qcbra0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6199348294524194772</id><published>2011-03-17T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:58:08.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-e3CKeHQcFnY/TYKDX1ofKAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Ed9rhPjInjo/s1600/66338170_tumblr_lbj2bnbtlE1qata2fo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-e3CKeHQcFnY/TYKDX1ofKAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Ed9rhPjInjo/s400/66338170_tumblr_lbj2bnbtlE1qata2fo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A minha própria vida me deixa tão confuso... Minha mente parece um  liquidificador de sentimentos. Sinto-me feliz e triste, ao mesmo tempo.  Meu coração está cheio e vazio. Quero tudo e não quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A  criatividade invade a minha mente e, com ela, uma avalanche de vontades  e sonhos toma conta de mim. Quero gritar sob a chuva e liberar toda  essa confusão que cerca meus pensamentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero  crescer e ser, finalmente, quem eu sempre quis. Carrego ainda a  possível utopia de ter um apartamentozinho lotado de livros, com  cheirinho de café. Quero ler, escrever; quero ter todos que eu amo perto  de mim; quero pagar contas, ir ao supermercado, enviar cartas, fazer  bolos; quero viajar pelo mundo e conhecer as culturas mais diversas...  quero ser jornalista e colocar toda a minha vida em cada passo que eu  der dentro dessa profissão tão sonhada por mim, nesses últimos quatro  anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porém, eu quero nunca ter que crescer. Quero ir à  escola, fazer meus deveres de casa, trabalhos escolares, pegar ônibus  lotado, ir ao cinema às quintas-feiras, dedilhar as notas musicais que  eu tanto amo nas tardes sem nada para fazer... quero desenhar na praia,  fazer picnic na garagem do prédio, acampar na sala de casa, comer  brigadeiro da panela , quero buscar pão na padaria aos domingos, ir à casa dos meus  avós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, como tudo isso é confuso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/3568674983512055249-6199348294524194772?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6199348294524194772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-propria-vida-me-deixa-tao-confuso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6199348294524194772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6199348294524194772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-propria-vida-me-deixa-tao-confuso.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-e3CKeHQcFnY/TYKDX1ofKAI/AAAAAAAABTg/Ed9rhPjInjo/s72-c/66338170_tumblr_lbj2bnbtlE1qata2fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-8422652104276276774</id><published>2011-03-16T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:51:05.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez a vida sorri pra mim, e como sorri hein...rssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mXW6QhvzQvg/TYFMUBteDRI/AAAAAAAABTY/1_BpsDHOQ7w/s1600/3810503621_98539bf291%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mXW6QhvzQvg/TYFMUBteDRI/AAAAAAAABTY/1_BpsDHOQ7w/s640/3810503621_98539bf291%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as horas estão seguindo &lt;b&gt;desnecessariamente&lt;/b&gt;, e os dias me fazem esquecer quem &lt;b&gt;nunca sai da mente&lt;/b&gt;. nao da pra evitar, nao se pode escolher, e voce vai me encontrar &lt;b&gt;refeito&lt;/b&gt;, quando quiser me rever, mas eu só peço que nao me prenda nos seus braços, pois ate a saudade estava me &lt;b&gt;sufocando&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Flores chegam novamente em minha vida, em especial uma de tao longe novamente me deixando zonzo com seu perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O amor bate mais uma vez, e eu atendo claro, sou educado.&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/3568674983512055249-8422652104276276774?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/8422652104276276774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-uma-vez-vida-sorri-pra-mim-e-como.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8422652104276276774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8422652104276276774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-uma-vez-vida-sorri-pra-mim-e-como.html' title='Mais uma vez a vida sorri pra mim, e como sorri hein...rssss'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mXW6QhvzQvg/TYFMUBteDRI/AAAAAAAABTY/1_BpsDHOQ7w/s72-c/3810503621_98539bf291%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-618140773710381261</id><published>2011-03-15T20:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:07:59.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_9t6FaNGuwg/TX_xKSRTaII/AAAAAAAABTU/nxR45G4vQt4/s1600/OgAAALgXjQlZgUYcU91XXOcDUZHgZkXw0RgMpDUD9sk27YzLsCrUxc4n2O_N5Q-aRyiL1x8vIUQ6lLBAzuHz2D72hDYAm1T1UBEEVGhpJLJ2LGkAiSIiNiG4KzbP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_9t6FaNGuwg/TX_xKSRTaII/AAAAAAAABTU/nxR45G4vQt4/s640/OgAAALgXjQlZgUYcU91XXOcDUZHgZkXw0RgMpDUD9sk27YzLsCrUxc4n2O_N5Q-aRyiL1x8vIUQ6lLBAzuHz2D72hDYAm1T1UBEEVGhpJLJ2LGkAiSIiNiG4KzbP.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode',sans-serif;"&gt;Depois  de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a  mão&amp;nbsp;acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa  apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a  aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E  começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com  a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode',sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E  aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do  amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de  cair em meio ao vão. Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se  ficar exposto por muito tempo. E aprende que não importa o quanto você  se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... E aceita que  não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e  você precisa perdoá-la, por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores  emocionais.&lt;br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre que se levam  anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e  que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo  resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer  mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,  mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos  permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se  compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebe que seu melhor amigo e você  podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;Descobre  que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de  você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que  amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprende  que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não  pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa  voltar para trás.&lt;br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;Portanto...  plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe  traga flores. E você aprende que realmente pode suporta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-618140773710381261?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/618140773710381261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-algum-tempo-voce-aprende.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/618140773710381261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/618140773710381261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-algum-tempo-voce-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_9t6FaNGuwg/TX_xKSRTaII/AAAAAAAABTU/nxR45G4vQt4/s72-c/OgAAALgXjQlZgUYcU91XXOcDUZHgZkXw0RgMpDUD9sk27YzLsCrUxc4n2O_N5Q-aRyiL1x8vIUQ6lLBAzuHz2D72hDYAm1T1UBEEVGhpJLJ2LGkAiSIiNiG4KzbP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5401492256921273994</id><published>2011-03-15T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:06:27.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BngNr1Fc458/TX_w6Lq-W3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ObDAprKkkn4/s1600/mulher.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BngNr1Fc458/TX_w6Lq-W3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ObDAprKkkn4/s400/mulher.jpeg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu  amo a vida, eu amei viver. Cada chão que eu pisei, cada terra que eu  toquei, foram elementos acumulativos contra as ruínas que eu deixei.  Cada ar que eu respirei, cada suspiro que eu dei, foram atos impulsivos  que um dia eu precisei. Cada amor que eu amei, cada beijo que eu dei,  foram sentimentos perfeitos que hoje eu não mais terei. E cada canto que  eu passei, cada lugar que eu esbarrei, foram os pontos positivos para  onde eu irei. Hoje eu estou indo embora e levo comigo a certeza de que  amanhã irei voltar, voltar pro meu lugar, de onde eu pisei, toquei,  respirei, suspirei, amei, beijei, passei e esbarrei. Eu amo a vida, eu  amei viver! &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/3568674983512055249-5401492256921273994?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5401492256921273994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-amo-vida-eu-amei-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5401492256921273994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5401492256921273994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-amo-vida-eu-amei-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BngNr1Fc458/TX_w6Lq-W3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ObDAprKkkn4/s72-c/mulher.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3253760716934177936</id><published>2011-03-15T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:01:27.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HKO23O9udW0/TX_vunz7JxI/AAAAAAAABTM/aDI-G1XGnHg/s1600/hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HKO23O9udW0/TX_vunz7JxI/AAAAAAAABTM/aDI-G1XGnHg/s320/hug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Aparecem as primeiras rugas, originam a dúvida, não serás real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Minha alma gelou, no desespero do vazio, passava pela vida, ou ela por mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3253760716934177936?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3253760716934177936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/aparecem-as-primeiras-rugas-originam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3253760716934177936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3253760716934177936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/aparecem-as-primeiras-rugas-originam.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HKO23O9udW0/TX_vunz7JxI/AAAAAAAABTM/aDI-G1XGnHg/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1516225284628409368</id><published>2011-03-15T18:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:54:52.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hG-RRM8C7fg/TX_gCkJXNkI/AAAAAAAABTA/bhICljpifl0/s1600/fatinha75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hG-RRM8C7fg/TX_gCkJXNkI/AAAAAAAABTA/bhICljpifl0/s320/fatinha75.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: segoe print bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Sou entre flor e nuvem,&lt;br /&gt;Estrela e mar...&lt;br /&gt;Por que havemos de ser&lt;br /&gt;Unicamente humanos,&lt;br /&gt;Limitados em chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos fáceis de andar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto vário desorienta&lt;br /&gt;As firmes  pedras que não sabem&lt;br /&gt;De água e de ar.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso levito.&lt;br /&gt;É bom deixar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;De ternura e encanto&lt;br /&gt;Indiferente de herança,&lt;br /&gt;Em cada lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Rastro de flor e estrela,&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem e mar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu destino é mais longe&lt;br /&gt;E meu passo mais rápido:&lt;br /&gt;A sombra é que vai devagar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: segoe print bold; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=" size="&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://assuntointimo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Cecília Meireles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: segoe print bold; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=" size="&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AD9fkuF0rAA/TX_gI-yYEfI/AAAAAAAABTE/1kF1cXH5-8o/s1600/nennygirl3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AD9fkuF0rAA/TX_gI-yYEfI/AAAAAAAABTE/1kF1cXH5-8o/s320/nennygirl3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&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/3568674983512055249-1516225284628409368?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1516225284628409368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sou-entre-flor-e-nuvem-estrela-e-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1516225284628409368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1516225284628409368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sou-entre-flor-e-nuvem-estrela-e-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hG-RRM8C7fg/TX_gCkJXNkI/AAAAAAAABTA/bhICljpifl0/s72-c/fatinha75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5954896483725816806</id><published>2011-03-15T18:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:51:39.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MXSFVOolSv0/TX_fYaysCHI/AAAAAAAABS8/KHlGiO3KdFs/s1600/oie_01__1_.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MXSFVOolSv0/TX_fYaysCHI/AAAAAAAABS8/KHlGiO3KdFs/s320/oie_01__1_.png" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Assim calmo, assim triste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Assim magro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Nem estes olhos tão vazios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Nem o lábio amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Tão paradas e frias e mortas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Eu não tinha este coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Que nem se mostra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;- Em que espelho ficou perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;A minha face???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffccff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-5954896483725816806?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5954896483725816806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-tinha-este-rosto-de-hoje-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5954896483725816806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5954896483725816806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-tinha-este-rosto-de-hoje-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MXSFVOolSv0/TX_fYaysCHI/AAAAAAAABS8/KHlGiO3KdFs/s72-c/oie_01__1_.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4244554090857457032</id><published>2011-03-15T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:50:23.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lg8Tm1HE1yg/TX_eqsRph7I/AAAAAAAABS0/feQTwaEHdfc/s1600/In_the_dark_____by_TarnishedRose_fc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lg8Tm1HE1yg/TX_eqsRph7I/AAAAAAAABS0/feQTwaEHdfc/s320/In_the_dark_____by_TarnishedRose_fc.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_FwYgCfBOLM/TX_etDq0JBI/AAAAAAAABS4/IQelg-J8h44/s1600/XKY31_png.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_FwYgCfBOLM/TX_etDq0JBI/AAAAAAAABS4/IQelg-J8h44/s1600/XKY31_png.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando fazemos tudo para que nos amem,&lt;br /&gt;E não conseguimos,&lt;br /&gt;Resta-nos um último recurso:&lt;br /&gt;Não fazer mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, digo, quando não obtivermos o amor,&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;afeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ou a ternura que havíamos solicitado,&lt;br /&gt;Melhor será desistirmos,&lt;br /&gt;E procurar mais adiante os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos negaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fazer esforços inúteis,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor nasce, ou não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;espontâneamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca por força de imposição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, é inútil esforçar-se demais,&lt;br /&gt;Nada se consegue!&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes, nada damos e o amor&lt;br /&gt;Se rende aos nossos pés...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos são sempre uma surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foram uma caridade mendigada,&lt;br /&gt;Uma compaixão ou um favor concedido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre amamos a quem nos ama "mal",&lt;br /&gt;E desprezamos quem melhor nos quer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, repito, quando tivermos feito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para conseguir um amor, e falhado,&lt;br /&gt;Resta-nos um só caminho...&lt;br /&gt;O de mais nada fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;larice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-4244554090857457032?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4244554090857457032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-fazemos-tudo-para-que-nos-amem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4244554090857457032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4244554090857457032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-fazemos-tudo-para-que-nos-amem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lg8Tm1HE1yg/TX_eqsRph7I/AAAAAAAABS0/feQTwaEHdfc/s72-c/In_the_dark_____by_TarnishedRose_fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4207674332579635497</id><published>2011-03-15T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:46:05.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IP2LHLJK4rc/TX_eEczaklI/AAAAAAAABSw/YpoSI8yGoEQ/s1600/10079u1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IP2LHLJK4rc/TX_eEczaklI/AAAAAAAABSw/YpoSI8yGoEQ/s640/10079u1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tive vontade de dizer a este estranho que me seguia que, quando se gosta, não há desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos falar, ligamos.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Não contabilizamos quem foi o último que falou.&lt;br /&gt;E não esperamos por chegar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Nem conseguimos não dar (nem ter) nenhum sinal de vida um dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado... tenho uma memória fraca mas há coisas que não consigo esquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-4207674332579635497?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4207674332579635497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/tive-vontade-de-dizer-este-estranho-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4207674332579635497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4207674332579635497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/tive-vontade-de-dizer-este-estranho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IP2LHLJK4rc/TX_eEczaklI/AAAAAAAABSw/YpoSI8yGoEQ/s72-c/10079u1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-504469092792234429</id><published>2011-03-15T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:41:11.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gr0OYP-ebrs/TX_c6ZbryoI/AAAAAAAABSs/8bn5xJL38HE/s1600/OgAAAEKkguVezYIUMxyJLDti_jx2xZEgRk6Q7gxqa4Q7eLapIT31mHGP0OwpHR7vNPZHHn7I_Lp1N5HkwUStDkm1wscAm1T1UA16fniljmwJf17SJfgXhQnD-jRj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gr0OYP-ebrs/TX_c6ZbryoI/AAAAAAAABSs/8bn5xJL38HE/s400/OgAAAEKkguVezYIUMxyJLDti_jx2xZEgRk6Q7gxqa4Q7eLapIT31mHGP0OwpHR7vNPZHHn7I_Lp1N5HkwUStDkm1wscAm1T1UA16fniljmwJf17SJfgXhQnD-jRj.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu quero ser um imbecil para que só quem consiga me visualizar além  disso se aproxime e crie vínculos,Eu quero ser um mistério para que  alguém  o desvende e tome posse de mim, eu quero sonhar de forma louca  para que a razão enfim me encontre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-504469092792234429?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/504469092792234429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-quero-ser-um-imbecil-para-que-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/504469092792234429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/504469092792234429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-quero-ser-um-imbecil-para-que-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gr0OYP-ebrs/TX_c6ZbryoI/AAAAAAAABSs/8bn5xJL38HE/s72-c/OgAAAEKkguVezYIUMxyJLDti_jx2xZEgRk6Q7gxqa4Q7eLapIT31mHGP0OwpHR7vNPZHHn7I_Lp1N5HkwUStDkm1wscAm1T1UA16fniljmwJf17SJfgXhQnD-jRj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2726909516693070376</id><published>2011-03-15T18:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:39:51.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nYKgrQ2wDgU/TX_cm_-LgCI/AAAAAAAABSo/BvBaIcvHHX4/s1600/dfa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nYKgrQ2wDgU/TX_cm_-LgCI/AAAAAAAABSo/BvBaIcvHHX4/s320/dfa.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Não quero ter a terrível limitação de quem vive apenas do que é passível de fazer sentido. Eu não quero uma verdade inventada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Clarice Lispecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3568674983512055249-2726909516693070376?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2726909516693070376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-quero-ter-terrivel-limitacao-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2726909516693070376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2726909516693070376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-quero-ter-terrivel-limitacao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nYKgrQ2wDgU/TX_cm_-LgCI/AAAAAAAABSo/BvBaIcvHHX4/s72-c/dfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3719342868405285345</id><published>2011-03-15T16:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:26:52.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kixL9eUBf6A/TX-9N7jqv7I/AAAAAAAABSk/5Ia0OyIvhPA/s1600/3998273731_350a143c0f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kixL9eUBf6A/TX-9N7jqv7I/AAAAAAAABSk/5Ia0OyIvhPA/s320/3998273731_350a143c0f_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia se foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A poesia se perdeu, a fonte que me gerava palavras se fechou, pois é cada vez mais errado adentrar em suas tinta, bela mais ainda amarga. O riu que corre hoje, não gera palavras, não as que gostaria de beber, de me deleitar, mais as que devo amar. A inercia e a esperança voltaram a me rodear e se me encontrarem, mesmo sendo o que desejava de uma forma racional, elas não me entregarão as palavras belas que só a dor pode nos dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se desaperecer em meio a felicidade, digam a os outro que aqui já bateu um coração banhado em tinta e cheio de poesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postado por Raphael Trew às 07:24 &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/3568674983512055249-3719342868405285345?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3719342868405285345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-se-foi-poesia-se-perdeu-fonte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3719342868405285345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3719342868405285345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-se-foi-poesia-se-perdeu-fonte.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kixL9eUBf6A/TX-9N7jqv7I/AAAAAAAABSk/5Ia0OyIvhPA/s72-c/3998273731_350a143c0f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2106593517406213161</id><published>2011-03-15T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:16:05.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vkbjrk69Du4/TX-6vkt1T3I/AAAAAAAABSg/eXdVs2h82hg/s1600/10290mascara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vkbjrk69Du4/TX-6vkt1T3I/AAAAAAAABSg/eXdVs2h82hg/s400/10290mascara.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dias ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como falar para a vida continuar, quando ela simplesmente para nem mais olha para vc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rotinas que se interrompem, sonhos congelados, futuro comido pela metade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como pedir para a vida continuar seu caminho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes falta fôlego para continuar vivendo ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Postado por Raphael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2106593517406213161?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2106593517406213161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2106593517406213161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2106593517406213161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/dias.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vkbjrk69Du4/TX-6vkt1T3I/AAAAAAAABSg/eXdVs2h82hg/s72-c/10290mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6796949051042614499</id><published>2011-03-15T15:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:59:17.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em apenas um sopro corpo vira ALMA , ALMA vira desencontro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RKiBbHIHwvQ/TX-y6GuxU0I/AAAAAAAABSc/LyrgNJV4m1o/s1600/vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RKiBbHIHwvQ/TX-y6GuxU0I/AAAAAAAABSc/LyrgNJV4m1o/s320/vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ARTE DE AMAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres sentir a felicidade de amar, esquece a tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;A alma é que estraga o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus ela pode encontrar satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;Não noutra alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus - ou fora do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;As almas são incomunicáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6796949051042614499?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6796949051042614499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-apenas-um-sopro-tudo-se-espalha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6796949051042614499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6796949051042614499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-apenas-um-sopro-tudo-se-espalha.html' title='Em apenas um sopro corpo vira ALMA , ALMA vira desencontro!'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RKiBbHIHwvQ/TX-y6GuxU0I/AAAAAAAABSc/LyrgNJV4m1o/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1698220619913186585</id><published>2011-03-13T19:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:36:25.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre acreditando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-REBYZrZ-v-I/TX1GsB3TV-I/AAAAAAAABSY/ngt2n3MFzAI/s1600/tumblr_l7thfeZG0s1qd7qw7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-REBYZrZ-v-I/TX1GsB3TV-I/AAAAAAAABSY/ngt2n3MFzAI/s320/tumblr_l7thfeZG0s1qd7qw7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S&amp;nbsp; Minhas noites de dialogo intenso com o Senhor voltarao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me ouça MEU DEUS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3568674983512055249-1698220619913186585?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1698220619913186585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre-acreditando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1698220619913186585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1698220619913186585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre-acreditando.html' title='Sempre acreditando!'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-REBYZrZ-v-I/TX1GsB3TV-I/AAAAAAAABSY/ngt2n3MFzAI/s72-c/tumblr_l7thfeZG0s1qd7qw7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1657118369444001856</id><published>2011-03-13T19:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:27:12.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O FRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;exatamente quando bata aquela fraqueza, aquela carência e&amp;nbsp;aquela  vontade de ficar abraçadinho, se esquentando apenas um com o calor do  outro, ou com um cobertor que também não faz mal, os dois  deitadinhos&amp;nbsp;debaixo dos cobertores. alguém que prepare algo bem  quentinho pra vocês tomarem enquanto vêem filmes de romance um  grudadinhos&amp;nbsp;no outro. Você sentindo seu cheiro, o calor de seu corpo e  aquele aconchego gostoso que se espera que nunca termine. Mas se você  não tem alguém com quem fazer isso, acaba se sentindo carente. Pior que  isso é quando você tem alguém que gostaria que estivesse com você e esse  alguém não esta, quando você deita na cama e pensa como estaria melhor  se quando virasse pro lado não se deparasse com a parede, mas sim com  aquele rosto&amp;nbsp;lindo que torna-se perfeito quando vejo um sorriso que  mostre todos os dentes de tanta felicidade, só por estar ali, ao seu  lado!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;small&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Alice fs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iWFqjt1dUvA/TX1EY8jhB-I/AAAAAAAABSU/qxmiD0gaZwo/s1600/a7c60511ed05538282d7b10134b56bf4d79a454f.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iWFqjt1dUvA/TX1EY8jhB-I/AAAAAAAABSU/qxmiD0gaZwo/s320/a7c60511ed05538282d7b10134b56bf4d79a454f.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3568674983512055249-1657118369444001856?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1657118369444001856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-frio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1657118369444001856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1657118369444001856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-frio.html' title='O FRIO'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iWFqjt1dUvA/TX1EY8jhB-I/AAAAAAAABSU/qxmiD0gaZwo/s72-c/a7c60511ed05538282d7b10134b56bf4d79a454f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-410798318913441202</id><published>2011-03-13T19:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:20:25.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;E quando  a gente se depara com aquela situação difícil&amp;nbsp;ou que talvez nem seja  tão difícil&amp;nbsp;assim mas que parece&amp;nbsp;terrível&amp;nbsp;do nosso ponto de vista é  quando&amp;nbsp;precisamos de um pequeno encorajamento pra seguir em frente. É ai  que percebemos quem esta do nosso lado pra tudo, quem quer ver nosso  sucesso.&amp;nbsp;Quem&amp;nbsp;nos encoraja e diz: “Siga em frente!”. Aquele que por mais  que&amp;nbsp;queiramos desistir não&amp;nbsp;nos deixa, diz que move céu e terra para  que&amp;nbsp;continuemos, ou até mesmo para que&amp;nbsp;comecemos algo, que&amp;nbsp;arrisquemos  aquilo que temos certeza que vai acabar de um modo ruim mas tem esse  alguém&amp;nbsp;ali&amp;nbsp;do nosso lado&amp;nbsp;dizendo: “Calma, se tudo der errado pode contar  comigo porque&amp;nbsp;eu te pego sempre que você&amp;nbsp;cair!”, e&amp;nbsp;na maioria das vezes  é isso mesmo que nós precisamos ouvir, não queremos um “Você é quem  sabe” ou “A vida é sua você&amp;nbsp;faz o que você&amp;nbsp;quiser”, claro que as vezes  não queremos intromissões, mas muitas vezes nós não&amp;nbsp;sabemos o que  realmente queremos, então pedimos conselhos, pedimos ajuda e ombros para  chorarmos se tudo der errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Alice fs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-410798318913441202?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/410798318913441202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/410798318913441202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/410798318913441202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7417616324197792589</id><published>2011-03-13T19:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:18:16.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eu olho para um lado e vejo alguém&amp;nbsp;querendo voltar ao passado para  reviver alguma coisa ou para mudar decisões tomadas que fazem a maior  diferença em seu presente. Olho para o outro e vejo alguém&amp;nbsp;querendo  avançar para o futuro na esperança de dias melhores. E então olho para  mim e percebo que não preciso voltar ao passado, afinal o que esta no  passado tem motivos para não fazer parte do meu presente e quem ficou  pra trás&amp;nbsp;com certeza fez alguma coisa que me fez não querer que  estivesse aqui comigo, também não preciso avançar logo para o futuro. O  que eu preciso é viver o agora, tomar decisões erradas para  diferencia-las das certas que me mostraram o caminho certo a seguir,  preciso me decepcionar com as pessoas para saber quem realmente merece  seguir a diante junto comigo&amp;nbsp;e quem eu devo deixar para traz, quem  merece ficar e quem merece virar lembrança, preciso ter momentos ruins  para valorizar os bons. E tudo isso eu preciso viver no hoje, porque  ontem já passou e o amanha é incerto demais para confiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;by &lt;b&gt;Alice fs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VMkbG8l6Ng4/TX1CQ1M5vZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/9wpEsgN8thY/s1600/dias3f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VMkbG8l6Ng4/TX1CQ1M5vZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/9wpEsgN8thY/s1600/dias3f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3568674983512055249-7417616324197792589?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7417616324197792589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-olho-para-um-lado-e-vejo-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7417616324197792589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7417616324197792589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-olho-para-um-lado-e-vejo-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VMkbG8l6Ng4/TX1CQ1M5vZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/9wpEsgN8thY/s72-c/dias3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3046997753875065532</id><published>2011-03-13T19:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:18:44.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SqWvOsPenvQ/TX1B3HpWf1I/AAAAAAAABSM/T_Z-97BZZdY/s1600/amigos2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SqWvOsPenvQ/TX1B3HpWf1I/AAAAAAAABSM/T_Z-97BZZdY/s400/amigos2.gif" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando sinto medo preciso pensar em algo que me passe segurança, algo  que me faça esquecer o medo. Nessa hora é quando penso em você, em como  me senti bem quando estive com você, em como é bom poder te abraçar,  te&amp;nbsp;beijar e esquecer tudo que pode me machucar. Então quando me sinto  assustada, com medo e vulnerável&amp;nbsp;você me vem a cabeça, penso em como  seria bom poder estar olhando em seus olhos que sempre me mostram  felicidade, talvez em estar comigo e logo o que estava me assustando  desaparece. Em seguida penso em lábios&amp;nbsp;encontrando os meus e uma paz me  invade. Lembro da voz que sai da sua boca como uma canção entrando em  meus ouvidos enquanto sinto&amp;nbsp;a sensação de seus braços me envolvendo em  um abraço fazendo com que meu corpo se aproxime do seu e neste momento  quando nossos corações parecem estar tão perto eu adormeço, com a  perfeita sensação de você esta ali comigo, espantando todos os meus  medos, me fazendo companhia, e neste momento eu não preciso de mais nada  pois sei que vou te encontrar nos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Alice fs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3046997753875065532?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3046997753875065532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-sinto-medo-preciso-pensar-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3046997753875065532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3046997753875065532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-sinto-medo-preciso-pensar-em.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SqWvOsPenvQ/TX1B3HpWf1I/AAAAAAAABSM/T_Z-97BZZdY/s72-c/amigos2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7084236899828249547</id><published>2011-03-13T19:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:08:16.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b52p-4ULQjA/TX1ARgG4xtI/AAAAAAAABSI/3apRFECE5AY/s1600/lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b52p-4ULQjA/TX1ARgG4xtI/AAAAAAAABSI/3apRFECE5AY/s320/lonely.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"Agora sei: sou só. Eu e minha liberdade que  não sei usar. Grande responsabilidade da solidão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-7084236899828249547?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7084236899828249547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-sei-sou-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7084236899828249547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7084236899828249547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-sei-sou-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b52p-4ULQjA/TX1ARgG4xtI/AAAAAAAABSI/3apRFECE5AY/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7662393422079978515</id><published>2011-03-13T19:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:04:43.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uvnkq7MNcXQ/TX0_aNaEutI/AAAAAAAABSE/YZdS9XnNI6o/s1600/coracao_-14905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uvnkq7MNcXQ/TX0_aNaEutI/AAAAAAAABSE/YZdS9XnNI6o/s400/coracao_-14905.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que na realidade está um&lt;br /&gt;pouco  usado, meio calejado, muito machucado&lt;br /&gt;e que teima em alimentar  sonhos e, cultivar ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Que não endurece, e mantém sempre viva a&lt;br /&gt;esperança  de ser feliz, sendo simples e natural.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Um  coração insensato que comanda o racional&lt;br /&gt;sendo louco o suficiente  para se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;Rifa-se um coração que insiste em cometer&lt;br /&gt;sempre  os mesmos erros.&lt;br /&gt;Um simples coração humano." Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-7662393422079978515?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7662393422079978515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/rifa-se-um-coracao-que-na-realidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7662393422079978515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7662393422079978515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/rifa-se-um-coracao-que-na-realidade.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uvnkq7MNcXQ/TX0_aNaEutI/AAAAAAAABSE/YZdS9XnNI6o/s72-c/coracao_-14905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6834291719931519186</id><published>2011-03-13T19:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:01:39.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2_PKLlPN5I/TX0-upRMGLI/AAAAAAAABSA/fL5iN_RJEiY/s1600/2502106032_f92c154500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2_PKLlPN5I/TX0-upRMGLI/AAAAAAAABSA/fL5iN_RJEiY/s320/2502106032_f92c154500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Porque  eu me imaginava mais forte. E é também  porque sempre fui de brigar  muito, meu modo é brigando. É porque sempre  tento chegar pelo meu modo.  É porque ainda não sei ceder. É porque no  fundo eu quero amar o que eu  amaria – e não o que é. É porque eu ainda  não sou eu mesma, e então o  castigo é amar um mundo que não é&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  ele. É também porque eu me ofendo à toa. É porque talvez eu precise que  me digam com brutalidade, pois sou muito teimosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-XRYHSu_lg/TDE5GB6PmrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X0L0g6ytFJs/s1600/2502106032_f92c154500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Clarisse  Lispector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6834291719931519186?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6834291719931519186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-eu-me-imaginava-mais-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6834291719931519186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6834291719931519186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-eu-me-imaginava-mais-forte.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2_PKLlPN5I/TX0-upRMGLI/AAAAAAAABSA/fL5iN_RJEiY/s72-c/2502106032_f92c154500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6838259599803548821</id><published>2011-03-13T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:56:15.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SE LEMBRA...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhpX3rFTHTU/TX09Iiu2lnI/AAAAAAAABR8/z777HPevizk/s1600/1173786274_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhpX3rFTHTU/TX09Iiu2lnI/AAAAAAAABR8/z777HPevizk/s400/1173786274_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me prometeu que eu veria o mar pela primeira vez ao seu lado, segurando sua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;............ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3568674983512055249-6838259599803548821?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6838259599803548821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-lembra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6838259599803548821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6838259599803548821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-lembra.html' title='SE LEMBRA...?'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhpX3rFTHTU/TX09Iiu2lnI/AAAAAAAABR8/z777HPevizk/s72-c/1173786274_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-8823380643288566507</id><published>2011-03-13T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:37:13.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QBylYJkqW24/TXzkQP-EmJI/AAAAAAAABRk/EGE32Rw6T0U/s1600/29122010468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QBylYJkqW24/TXzkQP-EmJI/AAAAAAAABRk/EGE32Rw6T0U/s320/29122010468.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z5pqr6s4fGk/TXzkTTq1pcI/AAAAAAAABRo/9epW4pWeCLI/s1600/29122010473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z5pqr6s4fGk/TXzkTTq1pcI/AAAAAAAABRo/9epW4pWeCLI/s320/29122010473.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O combustivel diurno pra qualquer dor existente.&lt;br /&gt;TRABALHO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TRABALHO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TRABALHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pessoinhas do dia a dia....adoro vcs!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-8823380643288566507?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/8823380643288566507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8823380643288566507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/8823380643288566507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QBylYJkqW24/TXzkQP-EmJI/AAAAAAAABRk/EGE32Rw6T0U/s72-c/29122010468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5026701359340488409</id><published>2011-03-13T12:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:29:32.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xoks7Rf1a0M/TXzizrn2SLI/AAAAAAAABRc/oYX0Bxc-LPo/s1600/meu+limite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xoks7Rf1a0M/TXzizrn2SLI/AAAAAAAABRc/oYX0Bxc-LPo/s320/meu+limite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudanças. Muitas mudanças. E por isso veio o silêncio. Mas tudo vai se acertar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu limite já chegou. Nem sabia que era tanto, mas chegou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3568674983512055249-5026701359340488409?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5026701359340488409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5026701359340488409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5026701359340488409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mudancas.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xoks7Rf1a0M/TXzizrn2SLI/AAAAAAAABRc/oYX0Bxc-LPo/s72-c/meu+limite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5880417461652166694</id><published>2011-03-13T12:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:27:08.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num  relacionamento, há de se ter certas batalhas. Seja para compartilhar os  louros de uma vitória ou também para servir de suporte, em caso de  perda ou derrota. Gosto de andar com as quatro pernas compassadas, mas  às vezes é preciso recuar para puxar a outra metade, estacionada por um  motivo qualquer. Sim, eu disse metade, porque eu me entrego mesmo, de  corpo aberto, para unir forças a você. Quero ser nós dois um só, é dessa  maneira que eu projeto o amor. Por isso, nas suas batalhas, não hesito,  não titubeio, nem meço esforços em partir para o ataque. Fico na linha  de tiro, esbravejo com os que estão à minha frente, enfrento tudo e  todos. Eu me ceifo, dou meu jeito, doa a quem doer. Nessa hora, eu  desconheço a natureza do medo. O que me interessa mesmo é erguer o braço  no final e poder dizer: "Taí, vencemos mais essa", mesmo com o rosto  talhado pela luta. Me sinto como a música do Chico: "Cansado de tanta  guerra / crescido de coração". O problema está quando a peleja é minha.  Você parece se esconder na trincheira a pôr a cara à tapa e enfrentar  meu tiroteio. Prefere se resignar, deixando a impotência em punho atirar  a esmo, para o alto, sem alvo certo. Guerras diferentes? Pode ser. Mas  eu também quero te ver na linha de tiro por mim. Não adianta dizer que  sua estratégia é outra ... agir na surdina, no silêncio, só com a  presença. Preciso de movimento, lembra? Até porque este já é um coração  velho de guerra, que não quer se dar por de todo vencido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Braccini&lt;/strong&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/3568674983512055249-5880417461652166694?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5880417461652166694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/num-relacionamento-ha-de-se-ter-certas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5880417461652166694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5880417461652166694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/num-relacionamento-ha-de-se-ter-certas.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1110304802164434378</id><published>2011-03-13T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:18:31.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-33Vy72-wdbQ/TXzfrISLnYI/AAAAAAAABRY/wUBidwodR5Q/s1600/11635terra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-33Vy72-wdbQ/TXzfrISLnYI/AAAAAAAABRY/wUBidwodR5Q/s400/11635terra.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na  terra do coração passei o dia pensando - coração meu, meu coração.  Pensei e pensei tanto que deixou de significar uma forma, um órgão, uma  coisa. Ficou só com-cor, ação - repetido, invertido - ação, cor - sem  sentido - couro, ação e não. Quis vê-lo, escapava. Batia e rebatia,  escondido no peito. Então fechei os olhos, viajei. E como quem gira um  caleidoscópio, vi: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu coração é um filme noir projetado num cinema de quinta categoria. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A platéia joga pipoca na tela e vaia a história cheia de clichês. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-1110304802164434378?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1110304802164434378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/na-terra-do-coracao-passei-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1110304802164434378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1110304802164434378'/><link 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/&gt;Odiar todas as rosas porque uma espetou o seu dedo...&lt;br /&gt;Perder a fé em todas as orações porque numa você não foi atendido...&lt;br /&gt;Desistir de todos os esforços, porque um deles fracassou...&lt;br /&gt;Condenar todas as amizades porque uma te traiu...&lt;br /&gt;Descrer de todo o amor porque um deles foi infiel...&lt;br /&gt;Jogar fora todas as tentativas de ser feliz, porque uma tentativa não deu certo!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que na sua caminhada não cometa essas loucuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando que sempre:&lt;br /&gt;Há uma outra chance,&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Um outro amor,&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova força,&lt;br /&gt;É só ser perseverante e procurar ser mais feliz a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;A glória não significa "nunca" cair, mas em erguer-se toda vez que for necessário! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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target="_blank"&gt;Fotos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imagensporfavor.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Imagens&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;a href="http://www.torpedofacil.com/"&gt;Torpedo Gratis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/3568674983512055249-1605634465686907725?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1605634465686907725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/recados-fotos-imagens-torpedo-gratis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1605634465686907725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4704264919873698329</id><published>2011-03-12T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:40:44.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ  OBSERVO.. ESGOTADO DE LUTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LGx9i-31qcs/TXwgB8Ix3-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/b-zQYQ_razQ/s1600/coracao+livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LGx9i-31qcs/TXwgB8Ix3-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/b-zQYQ_razQ/s400/coracao+livre.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem coisas na nossa vida que nao queriamos que fossem daquele jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas nao podemos brigar ...apenas observar o grande voo de nossos sonhos pra BEM longe da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3568674983512055249-4704264919873698329?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4704264919873698329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-observo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4704264919873698329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4704264919873698329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-observo.html' title='SÓ  OBSERVO.. 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Inocente..por isso sempre to me surpreendendo com as más pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim sou um ser humano que pode se cortar...eu sangro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sMg04nH7hSk/TXwINwXSCjI/AAAAAAAABRI/eiJj1xtImn4/s1600/OgAAAMG262em7hy6Gc9t1GAqojsn3zAsAvyDMBzBXzkwzp8ygDSs7-pUuRPzDO_Co1dIV4fY9qPDIFyAISyU7SUo414Am1T1UK1JSckwhzeZi9epw1_hODHlIvqD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sMg04nH7hSk/TXwINwXSCjI/AAAAAAAABRI/eiJj1xtImn4/s640/OgAAAMG262em7hy6Gc9t1GAqojsn3zAsAvyDMBzBXzkwzp8ygDSs7-pUuRPzDO_Co1dIV4fY9qPDIFyAISyU7SUo414Am1T1UK1JSckwhzeZi9epw1_hODHlIvqD.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3568674983512055249-2002405130326236371?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2002405130326236371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mauricio-quem-e-o-mauricio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2002405130326236371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2002405130326236371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mauricio-quem-e-o-mauricio.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sMg04nH7hSk/TXwINwXSCjI/AAAAAAAABRI/eiJj1xtImn4/s72-c/OgAAAMG262em7hy6Gc9t1GAqojsn3zAsAvyDMBzBXzkwzp8ygDSs7-pUuRPzDO_Co1dIV4fY9qPDIFyAISyU7SUo414Am1T1UK1JSckwhzeZi9epw1_hODHlIvqD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-887307659051132076</id><published>2011-03-11T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:44:55.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;"Não é raro, tropeço e caio. Às vezes, tombo feio de ralar o coração todinho.Claro que dói, mas tem uma coisa: A minha fé continua em pé."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-609K8IZE6p4/TXrQDJYh8RI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Z1iXGTfQkz4/s1600/matrix_5_____bebe_4_prashant_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-609K8IZE6p4/TXrQDJYh8RI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Z1iXGTfQkz4/s320/matrix_5_____bebe_4_prashant_2.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3568674983512055249-887307659051132076?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/887307659051132076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-e-raro-tropeco-e-caio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/887307659051132076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/887307659051132076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-e-raro-tropeco-e-caio.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-609K8IZE6p4/TXrQDJYh8RI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Z1iXGTfQkz4/s72-c/matrix_5_____bebe_4_prashant_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2303689171244944320</id><published>2011-03-11T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:38:59.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hoje eu tive uma das experiências mais fortes da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não havia nada além de um espelho e palavras que eu dizia pros outros,&lt;br /&gt;mas tive que me dizer olhando nos olhos mais tristes que já tive.&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz tava embargada, mas meu coração tinha certeza do que dizia.&lt;br /&gt;Minha fisionomia mudou, e eu consegui gargalhar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;por ser exatamente como quem estou me tornando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu estava me fazendo muita falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Je1_E9B_p1A/TXrETUdV4yI/AAAAAAAABQo/g7dYhGl7Cbc/s1600/dimmikier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Je1_E9B_p1A/TXrETUdV4yI/AAAAAAAABQo/g7dYhGl7Cbc/s1600/dimmikier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Louco isso...mas perfeito o após.&lt;br /&gt;Mas muitos possuem uma segunda face em algum lugar do seu guarda-roupa..pra nao dizer ........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2029641371113298174?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2029641371113298174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mudanca-de-personalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2029641371113298174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2029641371113298174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/mudanca-de-personalidade.html' title='MUDANÇA DE PERSONALIDADE'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Je1_E9B_p1A/TXrETUdV4yI/AAAAAAAABQo/g7dYhGl7Cbc/s72-c/dimmikier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6390443452190050625</id><published>2011-03-11T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:27:52.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAKOUT NO SENTIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nZTNpiFyNb0/TXq9tirr2PI/AAAAAAAABQk/LIlOeWFDgfw/s1600/gays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nZTNpiFyNb0/TXq9tirr2PI/AAAAAAAABQk/LIlOeWFDgfw/s1600/gays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEM INTENSÃO DE DESLIGAR......&lt;br /&gt;MAS FALTOU ENERGIA NO MEU CORAÇAO.&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/3568674983512055249-6390443452190050625?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6390443452190050625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blakout-no-sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6390443452190050625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6390443452190050625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/blakout-no-sentimento.html' title='BLAKOUT NO SENTIMENTO'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nZTNpiFyNb0/TXq9tirr2PI/AAAAAAAABQk/LIlOeWFDgfw/s72-c/gays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5744691048926895822</id><published>2011-03-11T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:14:58.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XNJ-cr98EqQ/TXq6ncyMuYI/AAAAAAAABQg/FOUNqKWXwBM/s1600/vanessa-camargo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XNJ-cr98EqQ/TXq6ncyMuYI/AAAAAAAABQg/FOUNqKWXwBM/s320/vanessa-camargo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você devia saber melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu tenho que dizer pra você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu valho muito a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você vai ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sua casa em Miami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É boa, mas não é muito pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacuzzi e tela plana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Festa como na MTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tem seu próprio BMW conversível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foca toda a sua atenção à ela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como se ela fosse sua garota favorita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei por que eu continuo pendurada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será mesmo que você notaria se eu for embora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando você vê o que você perdeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não vai pagar o preço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você vai amaldiçoá-lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu valho muito a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cale a boca! Deixe-me dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não jogue tudo fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fomos perfeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu valho muito a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu valho muito a pena&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/3568674983512055249-5744691048926895822?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5744691048926895822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-devia-saber-melhor-quantas-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5744691048926895822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5744691048926895822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-devia-saber-melhor-quantas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XNJ-cr98EqQ/TXq6ncyMuYI/AAAAAAAABQg/FOUNqKWXwBM/s72-c/vanessa-camargo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5099346758354620177</id><published>2010-11-09T13:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:19:22.736-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLERANCIA ZERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNll80lB0EI/AAAAAAAABOE/ZNajpnKgHzo/s1600/OgAAAFA3r3ImR7iL1jFCpV7RLo7HgMSkwJMq6Rm_zr7XfHScIK4KzeKg2AA3tHhcN85H8iHAy9qN_bqEoC5mNg8O5RsAm1T1UNQ1KYQGMVMsjFsYOXQvm5T9Vpxg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNll80lB0EI/AAAAAAAABOE/ZNajpnKgHzo/s320/OgAAAFA3r3ImR7iL1jFCpV7RLo7HgMSkwJMq6Rm_zr7XfHScIK4KzeKg2AA3tHhcN85H8iHAy9qN_bqEoC5mNg8O5RsAm1T1UNQ1KYQGMVMsjFsYOXQvm5T9Vpxg.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postagem pra todos aqueles que nao respeitam o proximo e se provem de preconceito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-5099346758354620177?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5099346758354620177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/tolerancia-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5099346758354620177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5099346758354620177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/tolerancia-zero.html' title='TOLERANCIA ZERO'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNll80lB0EI/AAAAAAAABOE/ZNajpnKgHzo/s72-c/OgAAAFA3r3ImR7iL1jFCpV7RLo7HgMSkwJMq6Rm_zr7XfHScIK4KzeKg2AA3tHhcN85H8iHAy9qN_bqEoC5mNg8O5RsAm1T1UNQ1KYQGMVMsjFsYOXQvm5T9Vpxg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5017322024550811043</id><published>2010-11-09T13:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:16:48.385-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNlltJIgMrI/AAAAAAAABOA/c6b5CAtY-rs/s1600/Imagem+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNlltJIgMrI/AAAAAAAABOA/c6b5CAtY-rs/s320/Imagem+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Juro que nossas roupas eram vermelhassssssssssssssssssssssssssss....nao sei porque saiu isso ai..tudo rosa chiclete.kakakakakakakakka&lt;br /&gt;KCT..acho que é o flash da cam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-5017322024550811043?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5017322024550811043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/juro-que-nossas-roupas-eram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5017322024550811043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5017322024550811043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/juro-que-nossas-roupas-eram.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNlltJIgMrI/AAAAAAAABOA/c6b5CAtY-rs/s72-c/Imagem+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-349189559126012933</id><published>2010-11-09T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:15:15.695-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNllR-eg4RI/AAAAAAAABN8/2gWvMnJEHt0/s1600/Imagem+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNllR-eg4RI/AAAAAAAABN8/2gWvMnJEHt0/s320/Imagem+007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É foda quando nao podemos ter infancia direito.&lt;br /&gt;rssssss&lt;br /&gt;Mas ta valendo....tudo que é feite debaixo do sol sem maldade...ta valendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-349189559126012933?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/349189559126012933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/349189559126012933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/349189559126012933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO HO HO'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TNllR-eg4RI/AAAAAAAABN8/2gWvMnJEHt0/s72-c/Imagem+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2881785415048301080</id><published>2010-11-09T13:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:11:21.474-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL DE GRIPE</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma gripe FODA , que me perseguiu nesse FDS inteiro....to ficando curado ufaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;da-lhe coisa gelada agora ate estourar meus timpanos.&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2881785415048301080?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2881785415048301080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-de-gripe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2881785415048301080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2881785415048301080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-de-gripe.html' title='FINAL DE GRIPE'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7381251240127522302</id><published>2010-10-19T16:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:45:25.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA É MAIS BESTA QUE EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TL3m-a4nISI/AAAAAAAABNo/MQR1r3dcQQU/s1600/OgAAAGWoKyyoHnN6y2tAnTw3sEzuDNYfCRHDxHdfuddaEq-Rp_tq_e7XOmAD1KRe4H7B9Sf1ozLmatoS_oaxSmF0OqIAm1T1UNQYybAFZzcL1fWJd1rwotvBxdww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TL3m-a4nISI/AAAAAAAABNo/MQR1r3dcQQU/s320/OgAAAGWoKyyoHnN6y2tAnTw3sEzuDNYfCRHDxHdfuddaEq-Rp_tq_e7XOmAD1KRe4H7B9Sf1ozLmatoS_oaxSmF0OqIAm1T1UNQYybAFZzcL1fWJd1rwotvBxdww.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma caminhada inocente em ata...e olha ai o que dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lene araguaia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...sempre me corrompe pra idiotisse.rss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-7381251240127522302?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/7381251240127522302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/ela-e-mais-besta-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7381251240127522302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/7381251240127522302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/ela-e-mais-besta-que-eu.html' title='ELA É MAIS BESTA QUE EU'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TL3m-a4nISI/AAAAAAAABNo/MQR1r3dcQQU/s72-c/OgAAAGWoKyyoHnN6y2tAnTw3sEzuDNYfCRHDxHdfuddaEq-Rp_tq_e7XOmAD1KRe4H7B9Sf1ozLmatoS_oaxSmF0OqIAm1T1UNQYybAFZzcL1fWJd1rwotvBxdww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-2053135530133520251</id><published>2010-10-19T16:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:26:35.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terça feira 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TERÇA FEIRA &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nossa hoje foi foda no trampo. Problemas x Problemas&amp;nbsp;/ por Problemas+Dor de cabeça...e alguns parasitas puxa sacos.KKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vamos pensar que só faltam 3 dias pro FDS. ufaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa adoro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só ouvindo NEW YORK&amp;nbsp; de Alicia Keys o dia todo pra suportar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2053135530133520251?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2053135530133520251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/terca-feira-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2053135530133520251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2053135530133520251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/terca-feira-13.html' title='Terça feira 13'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3291838697800253621</id><published>2010-10-17T12:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:19:09.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SINAL DE VIDA 2</title><content type='html'>Puts vei....quanto tempo nao passo por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que uns estao com saudade de minhas postagens picantes, mas perdaozinho por esses, nao posso mais me dar a esse desfrute&amp;nbsp; RSSSSS, agora ja tenho dono.......sou só dele. Passado pra tras...e alegria muita alegria pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao perdi o doce sabor apimentado de viver. Nunca vou perder as picantes fantasias que sempre tive....só que agora apenas direciono isso apenas pra uma pessoa(meu amorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh antes que eu me esqueça...TE AMO MOI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E ai pessoal, tb quero saber de vcs...to com saudade seus ordinarios, me mandem noticias por aqui ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abraço pra quem é de abraço.....despreso pra quem é de despreso......saudade pra quem me faze sentir saudade.&lt;br /&gt;beijos do FIOTTI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3291838697800253621?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3291838697800253621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinal-de-vida-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3291838697800253621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3291838697800253621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinal-de-vida-2.html' title='SINAL DE VIDA 2'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-1178431955211101298</id><published>2010-07-15T07:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:11:50.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM TEMPO PRA NADA</title><content type='html'>Pessoal sem tempo pra nada.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida ta corrida entre trabalho e minha idas à araçatuba. (heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;Nao sobra nem tempo pra blogar...mas to vivo pessoal, e em breve volto a postar novidades ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beijo pra quem é de beijo e cheiro pra quem é de cheiro.&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/3568674983512055249-1178431955211101298?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/1178431955211101298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-tempo-pra-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1178431955211101298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/1178431955211101298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-tempo-pra-nada.html' title='SEM TEMPO PRA NADA'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3335686624898478805</id><published>2010-06-29T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:08:22.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TCpSh3uiHNI/AAAAAAAABMs/l7B6ZV8qCdQ/s1600/HOMEM-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TCpSh3uiHNI/AAAAAAAABMs/l7B6ZV8qCdQ/s320/HOMEM-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SEM REAÇAO....MAIS UMA VEZ .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente Exausto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3335686624898478805?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3335686624898478805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-reacao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3335686624898478805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3335686624898478805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-reacao.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TCpSh3uiHNI/AAAAAAAABMs/l7B6ZV8qCdQ/s72-c/HOMEM-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5230295119607797664</id><published>2010-06-05T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:26:47.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro significado do AMOR ETERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpatyBnCI/AAAAAAAABLE/LQroPlK0Q1c/s1600/mensador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpatyBnCI/AAAAAAAABLE/LQroPlK0Q1c/s400/mensador.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpTDkbNNI/AAAAAAAABK8/ZsSJrtyc6AA/s1600/menspartida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpTDkbNNI/AAAAAAAABK8/ZsSJrtyc6AA/s400/menspartida.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpFlpg1CI/AAAAAAAABKs/df_taaKDBJs/s1600/mensamor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpFlpg1CI/AAAAAAAABKs/df_taaKDBJs/s400/mensamor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpJl3FaqI/AAAAAAAABK0/SxXWGgzVIgI/s1600/menstristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpJl3FaqI/AAAAAAAABK0/SxXWGgzVIgI/s400/menstristeza.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpkej3jCI/AAAAAAAABLM/uoy04qHoFUA/s1600/menspaci%C3%AAncia+%28EU+ESPEREI+POR+VC%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpkej3jCI/AAAAAAAABLM/uoy04qHoFUA/s400/menspaci%C3%AAncia+%28EU+ESPEREI+POR+VC%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain." &lt;br /&gt;"Viver não é esperar as tempestades passarem...é aprender como dançar na chuva."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-5230295119607797664?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5230295119607797664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-vida-e-uma-bencao-preste-atencao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5230295119607797664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5230295119607797664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-vida-e-uma-bencao-preste-atencao.html' title='O verdadeiro significado do AMOR ETERNO'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArpatyBnCI/AAAAAAAABLE/LQroPlK0Q1c/s72-c/mensador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-4126186780274777855</id><published>2010-06-05T20:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:08:08.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArm2c5E7xI/AAAAAAAABKk/UHBlWlLD9SQ/s1600/estrelas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArm2c5E7xI/AAAAAAAABKk/UHBlWlLD9SQ/s320/estrelas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;Sempre quando chega a noite estrelas vem iluminar&lt;br /&gt;E me fazem sonhar, imaginar você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você, só pra me guiar&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela não se esconda, pois sei que eu vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viajar e acender de vez, a nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Virar constelação, num só coração&lt;br /&gt;Estrela por favor escute o que eu vou falar&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar, mesmo que o sol aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mudar mais de opinião&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe aqui no chão&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela não se esconda, pois sei que eu vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viajar e acender de vez, a nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Virar constelação, num só coração&lt;br /&gt;Estrela por favor escute o que eu vou falar&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar, mesmo que o sol aparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-4126186780274777855?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4126186780274777855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/sempre-quando-chega-noite-estrelas-vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4126186780274777855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4126186780274777855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/06/sempre-quando-chega-noite-estrelas-vem.html' title='Minha Estrela'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/TArm2c5E7xI/AAAAAAAABKk/UHBlWlLD9SQ/s72-c/estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-350494308915458963</id><published>2010-06-05T20:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:03:42.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriadãoooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S_mRLTXbzcI/AAAAAAAABHc/_iKiL-2Fph4/s320/imagem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oi pessoal.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To de BLOG&amp;nbsp; novo, algo totalmente diferente do que vcs veem por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas é algo que gosto muito, principalmente pra amigos...que é &lt;b&gt;Cozinhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero que vc deem uma passadinha la...tem bastante coisa interessante nesse Novo Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiotti.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://fiotti.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&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/3568674983512055249-2839405973566967077?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2839405973566967077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/novidadeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2839405973566967077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2839405973566967077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/novidadeeeeeee.html' title='NOVIDADEEEEEEE'/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S_mRLTXbzcI/AAAAAAAABHc/_iKiL-2Fph4/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-7227611337159625194</id><published>2010-05-22T18:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:13:32.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S_hI9IwLJGI/AAAAAAAABEY/eKV7wr8LwyQ/s1600/Tanta-saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S-c_688FE1I/AAAAAAAABD0/lYnCWSNLRCA/s400/tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469410554487837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sabia que nao iria ser facil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mas mesmo nao sendo, nao deixarei de voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;demorei muito pra ganhar asas....nao seria justo nao honra-las agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-4536893085709996748?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/4536893085709996748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabia-que-nao-iria-ser-facil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4536893085709996748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/4536893085709996748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabia-que-nao-iria-ser-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S-c_688FE1I/AAAAAAAABD0/lYnCWSNLRCA/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-5740978695906213430</id><published>2010-05-02T18:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:59:09.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24a26081d2f145bb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24a26081d2f145bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330028292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D605AB2A8BFF38E6B137C4544BE7822F9060F1C95.60DEF25B4D01F428FAAEB9A2A8E7142B6D91ACA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24a26081d2f145bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfevRgxX50SzfZ2EFboUMht0XtkA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24a26081d2f145bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330028292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D605AB2A8BFF38E6B137C4544BE7822F9060F1C95.60DEF25B4D01F428FAAEB9A2A8E7142B6D91ACA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24a26081d2f145bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfevRgxX50SzfZ2EFboUMht0XtkA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Amo esse video porque toda vez que ouço e vejo ele, fecho os olhos por alguns segundos  e imagino um mundo melhor ...materializo uma paisagen distante e um amor solido pra minha vida.&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/3568674983512055249-5740978695906213430?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/5740978695906213430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_4285.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5740978695906213430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/5740978695906213430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_4285.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6783020907037602920</id><published>2010-05-02T18:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:29:42.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT MYSELF TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos estao dizendo que ela nao é ela mesma no clip, sem personalidade,que esta emitando a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LADY GAGA&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MADONNA&lt;/span&gt;.......sim ela esta porque ela é inteligente...e personalidade ela teve de sobra pra ousar em juntar varios clips de outras cantoras em pequeno e sutis dtalhes no seu proprio clip.!!!!!..e o proprio nome da musica ja diz: "NAO SOU EU MESMA ESSA NOITE"...entao ela ta se passando por outras DIVAS...mas vamos combinar com muito mais classe do que qualquer uma ja fez.&lt;br /&gt;Olha a maquiagem dela, o nype das roupas e perucas...nada se comprara com ela, nem as perucas bregas que a nossa Diva LADY GAGA usa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina...detonou nesse CLIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6783020907037602920?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6783020907037602920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-myself-tonight-muitos-estao-dizendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6783020907037602920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6783020907037602920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-myself-tonight-muitos-estao-dizendo.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-666138941741318653</id><published>2010-05-02T18:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:20:46.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;U &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9dsb-uDA9I/AAAAAAAABDs/egw-whNgq9Y/s400/DSC01112+c%C3%B3pia+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464955900785787858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Não importa o quanto às vezes seja difícil,&lt;br /&gt;O quanto às vezes eu me atrapalhe,&lt;br /&gt;O quanto às vezes eu seja a densa nuvem que esconde o meu próprio sol,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes seja preciso recomeçar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Combinei comigo não desistir de mim.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ana Jácomo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-2096189861212126993?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/2096189861212126993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2096189861212126993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/2096189861212126993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9dsb-uDA9I/AAAAAAAABDs/egw-whNgq9Y/s72-c/DSC01112+c%C3%B3pia+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3477044238445517855</id><published>2010-04-26T19:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:07:45.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9YOjiQ2FWI/AAAAAAAABDM/hFQ-7H4fxvc/s1600/OgAAANutqytD5nkt-VBY9M54Km6EPBJBNir-V73U2mgr8R-bc8lulwkGmmG5rnFzlDkEFSDHEaAM9iGeRgMv_CcuCRkAm1T1UNt3NPanvPTCBrMbS983krTgPzHb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9YOjiQ2FWI/AAAAAAAABDM/hFQ-7H4fxvc/s400/OgAAANutqytD5nkt-VBY9M54Km6EPBJBNir-V73U2mgr8R-bc8lulwkGmmG5rnFzlDkEFSDHEaAM9iGeRgMv_CcuCRkAm1T1UNt3NPanvPTCBrMbS983krTgPzHb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464571201516344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T.M  FOREVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3477044238445517855?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3477044238445517855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/t.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3477044238445517855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3477044238445517855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/t.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9YOjiQ2FWI/AAAAAAAABDM/hFQ-7H4fxvc/s72-c/OgAAANutqytD5nkt-VBY9M54Km6EPBJBNir-V73U2mgr8R-bc8lulwkGmmG5rnFzlDkEFSDHEaAM9iGeRgMv_CcuCRkAm1T1UNt3NPanvPTCBrMbS983krTgPzHb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-3841747284016194738</id><published>2010-04-25T19:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:06:35.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S8SptG1TI/AAAAAAAABDE/1Gb-uHicr3U/s1600/OgAAAFdLF1zb0RtDXnF6vklhYL-PJ4LvZhqMoblVJu4_cWIImfTAIC1nzasbccGjn2lqm8EPWGtkLxhst0R-O6mUykQAm1T1UHBlm6fv-rGTqjIyx-0N3MPQX0th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S8SptG1TI/AAAAAAAABDE/1Gb-uHicr3U/s200/OgAAAFdLF1zb0RtDXnF6vklhYL-PJ4LvZhqMoblVJu4_cWIImfTAIC1nzasbccGjn2lqm8EPWGtkLxhst0R-O6mUykQAm1T1UHBlm6fv-rGTqjIyx-0N3MPQX0th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464199276525966642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, enquanto houver amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se a amizade permanecer,&lt;br /&gt;Um de outro se há-de lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, mas o seu eco é infindável. &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Madre_Teresa_de_Calcuta/" class="autor"&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-3841747284016194738?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/3841747284016194738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/pode-ser-que-um-dia-deixemos-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3841747284016194738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/3841747284016194738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/pode-ser-que-um-dia-deixemos-de-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S8SptG1TI/AAAAAAAABDE/1Gb-uHicr3U/s72-c/OgAAAFdLF1zb0RtDXnF6vklhYL-PJ4LvZhqMoblVJu4_cWIImfTAIC1nzasbccGjn2lqm8EPWGtkLxhst0R-O6mUykQAm1T1UHBlm6fv-rGTqjIyx-0N3MPQX0th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-76254330287138462</id><published>2010-04-25T18:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:02:46.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S7QcSu3YI/AAAAAAAABC8/yawn_FYU1T8/s1600/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S7QcSu3YI/AAAAAAAABC8/yawn_FYU1T8/s400/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464198139054316930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;"Até que a morte nos separe é muito pouco pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de vcs por mais de uma vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;[Fabrício Carpinejar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-76254330287138462?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/76254330287138462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/ate-que-morte-nos-separe-e-muito-pouco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/76254330287138462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/76254330287138462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/ate-que-morte-nos-separe-e-muito-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S9S7QcSu3YI/AAAAAAAABC8/yawn_FYU1T8/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6039154364934057878</id><published>2010-04-20T19:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:51:04.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84v0UZCmEI/AAAAAAAABC0/ajEogV3-Blc/s1600/Domingo_1357268507_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84v0UZCmEI/AAAAAAAABC0/ajEogV3-Blc/s400/Domingo_1357268507_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462355973920430146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6039154364934057878?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6039154364934057878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6039154364934057878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6039154364934057878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84v0UZCmEI/AAAAAAAABC0/ajEogV3-Blc/s72-c/Domingo_1357268507_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568674983512055249.post-6438267624634653122</id><published>2010-04-20T19:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:41:35.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84tShhCS4I/AAAAAAAABCs/S6xUspxn73c/s1600/56F2CE_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84tShhCS4I/AAAAAAAABCs/S6xUspxn73c/s400/56F2CE_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462353194304818050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já fiz mais do que podia&lt;br /&gt;                  Nem sei como foi que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;                  Muita vez nem quis a vida&lt;br /&gt;                  a vida foi quem me quis.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                  Para me ter como servo?&lt;br /&gt;                  Para acender um tição&lt;br /&gt;                  na frágua da indiferença?&lt;br /&gt;                  Para abrir um coração&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                  no fosso da inteligência?&lt;br /&gt;                  Não sei, nunca vou saber.&lt;br /&gt;                  Sei que de tanto me ter,&lt;br /&gt;                  acabei amando a vida.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                  Vida que anda por um fio,&lt;br /&gt;                  diz quem sabe. Pode andar,&lt;br /&gt;                  contanto (vida é milagre)&lt;br /&gt;                  que bem cumprido o meu fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thiago de Mello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ba231b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fio de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568674983512055249-6438267624634653122?l=fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/feeds/6438267624634653122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/ja-fiz-mais-do-que-podia-nem-sei-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6438267624634653122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568674983512055249/posts/default/6438267624634653122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiotti-maumau.blogspot.com/2010/04/ja-fiz-mais-do-que-podia-nem-sei-como.html' title=''/><author><name>FIOTTI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13846038321558594862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S4r8JLFb4mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YOfttQcTirM/S220/DSC00676.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s_WwXLu1HI/S84tShhCS4I/AAAAAAAABCs/S6xUspxn73c/s72-c/56F2CE_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
