<?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-2445654656761275587</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:46:32.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&lt; Amanda Travaglia &gt;&gt;&gt;</title><subtitle type='html'>“Conheça todas as teorias, domine todas as técnicas, mas ao tocar uma alma humana, seja apenas outra alma humana.” Carl Gustav Jung</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-7059489984895748811</id><published>2011-06-13T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:26:39.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  arte de Educar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUn3vPRneM/TfZyWo9vQjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9iuyXdn1hj4/s1600/educar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUn3vPRneM/TfZyWo9vQjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9iuyXdn1hj4/s320/educar.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&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/2445654656761275587-7059489984895748811?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7059489984895748811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7059489984895748811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2011/06/arte-de-educar.html' title='A  arte de Educar'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUn3vPRneM/TfZyWo9vQjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9iuyXdn1hj4/s72-c/educar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-4202832072944435383</id><published>2007-08-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:11:20.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preserve a Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtdATz7c_cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ifY-D7rgiCo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104619411749010882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtdATz7c_cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ifY-D7rgiCo/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a naturalidade de um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a delicadeza de um olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;olhar de quem olha com os olhos de amar um alguém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que será inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a espontaneidade de uma frase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a sutileza de um carinho feito em alguém que antes vivia sozinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e na vida já não tinha prazeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a grandeza de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a sabedoria de viver com amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Junto de quem jamais imaginaria viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mas que pode te encantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a sensibilidade de um ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preserve a alegria que existe em ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quando estão próximos um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Porque, enquanto houver preservação de tudo o que foi descrito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;será mais bonito 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/2445654656761275587-4202832072944435383?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4202832072944435383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4202832072944435383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/preserve-natureza.html' title='Preserve a Natureza'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtdATz7c_cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ifY-D7rgiCo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-4849717731967869879</id><published>2007-08-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:53:49.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema do Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNHOz7c_bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ga3kLuObfTg/s1600-h/img382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103501122524216754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNHOz7c_bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ga3kLuObfTg/s400/img382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que chegares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sentarás comigo em minha mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que bateres a minha porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o meu coração também se abrirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que chamares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu me apressarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que vieres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;será o melhor tempo de te receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que te decidires, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estarei pronto para te seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que quiseres beber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu irei a fonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que te alegrares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu bendirei ao Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que sorrires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;será mais uma graça que o senhor me concede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que quiseres partir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu irei frente nos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que cantares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu estenderei os braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em que te cansares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu levarei a cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que te sentires triste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu permanecerei contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que te lembrares de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu acharei a vida mais bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que partires, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ficarás com a lembrança de uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que voltares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;renovarás todas minhas alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A qualquer hora que quiseres uma rosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu te darei toda roseira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te digo tudo isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;porque não posso imaginar uma amizadeque não seja total, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de todos os instantes e para todo bem.&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/2445654656761275587-4849717731967869879?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4849717731967869879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4849717731967869879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/poema-do-amigo.html' title='Poema do Amigo'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNHOz7c_bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ga3kLuObfTg/s72-c/img382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-863940989959039116</id><published>2007-08-27T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:49:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNEDD7c_aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oW81njUHIw0/s1600-h/img485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103497622125870498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNEDD7c_aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oW81njUHIw0/s400/img485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um dia te der uma louca vontade de chorar, me chama...Não te prometo fazer sorrir,mas posso chorar com você. Se um dia resolver fugir; não se esqueça de me chamar, Não te prometo convencer de ficar, mas posso fugir contigo. Se um dia te der uma louca vontadede não falar com ninguém; Me chama assim mesmo; prometo ficar bem quietinha(o).Mas... Se um dia você me chamar e eu não ouvir...Vem correndo ao meu encontro... Talvez eu esteja precisando de você...Tenha um ótimo dia, meu amigo(a) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-863940989959039116?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/863940989959039116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/863940989959039116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-um-dia.html' title='Se um dia...'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNEDD7c_aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oW81njUHIw0/s72-c/img485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-6063094012827421730</id><published>2007-08-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:33:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto da Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNCIz7c_YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bEbGMgJ3sLs/s1600-h/img508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103495521886862722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNCIz7c_YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bEbGMgJ3sLs/s400/img508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao amigo distante, de mim apartado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A quem interessar amizade nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sentir-se amigo, irmão mais sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tua cumplicidade existir sempre possa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não basta saber segredos, porventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haverá sempre amizade indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Outra voz que conselho murmura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber-se da dor, a razão de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porque minhas angústias chegaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E se foram, outrora em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desilusão, falsos amigos deixaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao amigo sincero, nunca fica mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao respeito dar-se, piedoso e límpido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se dor houver, vejo com olhos d'água&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/2445654656761275587-6063094012827421730?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6063094012827421730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6063094012827421730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/soneto-da-amizade.html' title='Soneto da Amizade'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtNCIz7c_YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bEbGMgJ3sLs/s72-c/img508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-3353469090331008232</id><published>2007-08-27T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:20:19.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo estrela *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM_Kz7c_XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HmZKbuUBIUU/s1600-h/img509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103492257711717746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM_Kz7c_XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HmZKbuUBIUU/s400/img509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há pessoas estrelas e há pessoas cometas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os cometas passam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas são lembrados pelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;datas que passam e que retornam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As estrelas permanecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol permanece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passam anos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; milhões de anos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e as estrelas permanecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há muita gente cometa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passa pela vida da gente apenas por instantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente que não prende ninguém e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ninguém que se prende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gente sem amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gente que passa pela vida sem iluminar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem aquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sem marcar presença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Importante é ser estrela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estar junto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ser calor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigo e Paixões são estrelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podem passar anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podem surgir distâncias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a marca fica no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração que não quer enamorar-se de cometas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que apenas atraem olhares passageiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser cometa é ser companheiro por instantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explorar os sentimentos humanos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ser aproveitador das pessoas e das situações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazer-se acreditar e desacreditar ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solidão é resultado de uma vida cometa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém fica, todos passam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há necessidades de criar um mundo de estrelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias poder contar com elas epoder sentir seu calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim são os amigos estrelas na vida da gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São coragem nos momentos de tensão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São luz nos momentos de desânimo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser estrela neste mundo passageiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nesse mundo cheio de pessoas cometas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é desafio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; mas acima de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma recompensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recompensa de ter sido luz para muitos amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ter sido calor para muitos corações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ter nascido e vivido e não apenas existido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, eu tenho você como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu amigo estrela !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-3353469090331008232?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3353469090331008232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3353469090331008232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/amigo-estrela.html' title='Amigo estrela *'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM_Kz7c_XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HmZKbuUBIUU/s72-c/img509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-819297880509633968</id><published>2007-08-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:10:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre estarei do seu lado..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM9aT7c_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osUrieyDGxU/s1600-h/img513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103490324976434530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM9aT7c_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osUrieyDGxU/s400/img513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mundo encontramos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;durante nossa existência, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com muitas pessoas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conhecemos a dor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a tristeza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a felicidade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim inúmeros sentimentos e, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na maioria das vezes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; estes são relacionados a pessoas e suas atitudes ou comportamentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa vida é um constante arco-íris e suas cores simbolizam cada momento que vivemos e passamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre a amplidão do azul é constante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porém nossos olhos nunca deixam de enxergar o verde da esperança e o amarelo do sol, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque o calor e o brilho partem do interior de pessoas que exalam sua pureza e bondade onde quer que estejam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; onde quer que andem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nunca deixe que essa luz se apague, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois a mesma ainda percorrerá grandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; caminhos de muitas alegrias e felicidades... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-819297880509633968?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/819297880509633968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/819297880509633968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/sempre-estarei-do-seu-lado.html' title='Sempre estarei do seu lado..'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM9aT7c_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osUrieyDGxU/s72-c/img513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-1958523838224929432</id><published>2007-08-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:02:52.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu i meu irmão Lucas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM7hT7c_VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dtyOPv1u6yI/s1600-h/manda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103488246212263250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM7hT7c_VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dtyOPv1u6yI/s400/manda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não posso acabar com todos os seus problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dúvidas ou medos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas eu posso ouvir você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e juntos podemos procurar soluções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não posso apagar as mágoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e as dores do seu passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nem posso decidir qual será o seu futuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas no presente eu posso estar com você se precisar de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não posso impedir que você leve tombos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas posso oferecer minha mão para você agarrar e levantar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suas alegrias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;triunfos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sucessos e f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;elicidades não me pertencem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas seus risos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e sorrisos fazem parte dos meus maiores bens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não é de minha alçada tomar decisões por você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nem posso julgar as decisões que você toma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas eu posso apoiar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;encorajar e ajudar se me pedir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não posso traçar ou impor-lhe limites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas posso apontar-lhe caminhos alternativos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;procurar com você medidas de crescimento, f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ormas de encontrar-se, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meios de ser você mesmo sem medo da rejeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu não posso salvar o seu coração de ser partido pela dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pela mágoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;perda ou tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas posso chorar com você e ajudá-lo a juntar os pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Eu não posso dizer quem você é ou como deveria ser: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu só posso amar você e ser seu amigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Conte comigo!&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/2445654656761275587-1958523838224929432?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1958523838224929432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1958523838224929432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-i-meu-irmo-lucas.html' title='Eu i meu irmão Lucas'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtM7hT7c_VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dtyOPv1u6yI/s72-c/manda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-3600683135190987402</id><published>2007-08-25T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:18:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtCAkD7c_UI/AAAAAAAAAII/R5RkvhTaS0A/s1600-h/te%2520amo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102719734829088066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtCAkD7c_UI/AAAAAAAAAII/R5RkvhTaS0A/s400/te%2520amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti amO mais que abelha ama dOce&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que O catchup ama a mOstarda&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que trakinas ama cOca-cOla&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que O BOb Marley amava macOnha&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que granuladO ama brigadDeirO&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que fOfOcar da vida dOs OutrOs&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que vc me ama&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que seOs Pais..=D&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que a Xuxa ama Os baixinhOs dela&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que a FeRa AmA a bELA&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que pãO ama manteiga&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que chOcOlate&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que ir áHh Praiaa&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que cOmpráH Roupaa&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que cascãO ama lixO&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que a GlObO ama passar A LagOa Azul&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que cOmer&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que fikr de fériaas!&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que o café ama açúcar&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais q bolO ama cobertura&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que Bochecha ama o Claudinho&lt;br /&gt;Ti amO mais que arroz ama o Feijão&lt;br /&gt;vai tah 100pri no meu ♥!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-3600683135190987402?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3600683135190987402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3600683135190987402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/3_25.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtCAkD7c_UI/AAAAAAAAAII/R5RkvhTaS0A/s72-c/te%2520amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-793163840978408639</id><published>2007-08-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:13:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah se eu pudesse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtB_Qz7c_TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f28z338crCM/s1600-h/19048587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102718304604978482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtB_Qz7c_TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f28z338crCM/s400/19048587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...se eu podesse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse colher estrelas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo dia eu levaria uma para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse chegar ao sol eu pegaria um raio de luz só para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse encontrar o pote do arco iris eu daria todas as cores para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você! Se eu pudesse chamar todos os passarinhos eu os faria cantar para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse construiria uma montanha só sua para que você descansasse mais perto do céu. Se eu pudesse eu isolaria uma floresta onde só você pudesse entrar, ir ao seu próprio encontro e respirar a paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse eu lhe levaria todas as alegrias do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Universo naqueles dias em que se sente triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu criaria um lugar especial feito só para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um lugar onde você pudesse achar serenidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estar só consigo e se refazer dos seus cansaços. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu pudesse apagar os seus problemas eu usaria toda a minha força para faze-los desaparecer. Eu faria isso tudo só por você!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não sei colher estrelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não posso chegar ao sol nem sei aonde está o pote do arco iris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei chamar os passarinhos nem sou capaz de construir montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho licença para isolar uma floresta nem posso livrar você de todos os problemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu sei que posso dar-lhe o que de mais forte existe em mim : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta vontade de ver você feliz e de estar sempre aí .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. com você até o fim .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TE amooo &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-793163840978408639?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/793163840978408639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/793163840978408639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah-se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Ah se eu pudesse..'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RtB_Qz7c_TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f28z338crCM/s72-c/19048587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-2762431057071150699</id><published>2007-08-22T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:36:53.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser???  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rsyr1D7c_QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F6SXIKWKj9I/s1600-h/15096213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101641405980015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rsyr1D7c_QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F6SXIKWKj9I/s400/15096213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bate ligeiramente apertado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ligeiramente machucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caiu tão fundo nessa emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeira vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o amor bateu de frente comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes era só um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora mudou tudo de vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que você sente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu sinto por você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que é amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá tão difícil de esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha o que o amor te faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te deixa sem saber como agir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; quando ele te pegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem pra onde você fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olha o que o amor me faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei tão boba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; fiquei assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada será capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De apagar esse amor em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-2762431057071150699?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/2762431057071150699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/2762431057071150699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-isso-no-amor-o-que-mais-pode-ser.html' title='Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser???  ♥'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rsyr1D7c_QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F6SXIKWKj9I/s72-c/15096213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-4087226796389419548</id><published>2007-08-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:32:47.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu não te amasse tanto assim ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsyrET7c_PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-oEYQnV4D6I/s1600-h/glitterfy1556585409L.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101640568461393138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsyrET7c_PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-oEYQnV4D6I/s400/glitterfy1556585409L.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voando só por voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem saber onde chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhando em te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hoje eu descobri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As estrelas vão me guiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez perdesse os sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vivesse na escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez não visse flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por onde eu vim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te amei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No vento de um temporal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas fui mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do tempo do vendaval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu jamais provei igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as estrelas dão um sinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez perdesse os sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vivesse na escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez não visse flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por onde eu vim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro do meu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-4087226796389419548?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4087226796389419548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4087226796389419548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-eu-no-te-amasse-tanto-assim.html' title='Se eu não te amasse tanto assim ..'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsyrET7c_PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-oEYQnV4D6I/s72-c/glitterfy1556585409L.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-8347316306279679745</id><published>2007-08-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:35:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te Amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYiAD7c_OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BGmqr-jFXi8/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099801012493679842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYiAD7c_OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BGmqr-jFXi8/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te amarei durante toda minha eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei nos seus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei no seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei na sua voz,&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei no que você é!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu te amarei em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;No ar que respiramos,&lt;br /&gt;num simples cântico dos pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;no alvorecer, no crepúsculo,na morte...&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amarei no sol que explode sua luz para iluminar a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei nas chuvas que caem...&lt;br /&gt;Na vida...&lt;br /&gt;No fim...&lt;br /&gt;E Nem mesmo o céu ou o inferno podem&lt;br /&gt;tirar esse sentimento de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu quero te amar,&lt;br /&gt;Te amar nas minhas horas de tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;pois sua lembrança só me traz alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;Te amar quando a alegria chegar,&lt;br /&gt;pois amor e alegria é a própria felicidadee sou feliz enquanto te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mesmo que em minha vida não exista trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o amor se torne algo extinto,&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a luz do mundo se acabe,&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;br /&gt;E somente a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;seria capaz de me tirar todo esse amor&lt;br /&gt;que alimenta minha própria existência...&lt;br /&gt;Você mora dentro de mim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-8347316306279679745?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/8347316306279679745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/8347316306279679745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te Amo...'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYiAD7c_OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BGmqr-jFXi8/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-1388195520881150815</id><published>2007-08-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:14:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ótimo fds pra todos ;**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYdID7c_LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w9rMJ8tr0MY/s1600-h/sinto%3Dsaudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099795652374494386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYdID7c_LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w9rMJ8tr0MY/s400/sinto%3Dsaudades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;╔═══════════════════════════╗&lt;/span&gt;　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ﻶﻉ •ώ •ﻶﻉ•ώ•ﻶﻉ•ﻶﻉ•ώ•ﻶﻉ•ﻶﻉ•ώ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;•ﻶﻉ　&lt;/span&gt;　　　　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;　　A vєrđαđєirα fσrçα ηãσ έ α đσ мαr　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;　єηfµrєciđσ qµє tµđσ αrrєbєηtα,　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;мαs siм α đσ rσchєđσ iмóvєl　　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;qµє α tµđσ rєsistє　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;　Tєηhα µм fđs đє мµitα ραz!　　　　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;　　　　　　βєijiηhσs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;　 ﻶﻉ •ώ •ﻶﻉ•ώ•ﻶﻉ•ﻶﻉ•ώ•ﻶﻉ•ﻶﻉ•ώ•ﻶﻉ　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&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/2445654656761275587-1388195520881150815?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1388195520881150815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1388195520881150815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/timo-fds-pra-todos.html' title='Ótimo fds pra todos ;**'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYdID7c_LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w9rMJ8tr0MY/s72-c/sinto%3Dsaudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-538187284082320399</id><published>2007-08-16T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:28:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote ;* Jurubeba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYeTz7c_MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/J2rkWbhHzB4/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099796953749585090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYeTz7c_MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/J2rkWbhHzB4/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→Tє αmo αgorα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo ficαr&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099405222667418770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS6CD7c_JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/veCMOwRgm2w/s400/Slide1.JPG" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo fizer sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo αqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo em todo lugαr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo vc estiver αo meu lαdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo vc disser αdeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo o diα todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo todos os diαs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo ηos meus soηhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo ηos momeηtos mαis felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo ηos momeηtos mαis triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo ηos momeηtos mαis dificeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo αo sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo αo chorαr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo de seguηdα α seguηdα feirα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo INTENSAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo de um jeito simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo de um jeito complicαdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo de um jeito diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo ηαs melhores e piores fαses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo estou com vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo ηαo estou com vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo αo ouvir αquelα musicα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo αo ouvir todαs αs outrαs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo no verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo no inverηo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo tudo mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo vc errαr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo vc chorαr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo quαηdo vc sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo com todα α forçα &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;→ Tє αmo prα todo sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AmÙ-tÉ...&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/2445654656761275587-538187284082320399?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/538187284082320399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/538187284082320399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/coyote-jurubeba_16.html' title='Coyote ;* Jurubeba'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsYeTz7c_MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/J2rkWbhHzB4/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-1680505833078763850</id><published>2007-08-16T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:15:37.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migha Criss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS4bj7c_II/AAAAAAAAAGM/EhY2uB7FIus/s1600-h/ATcAAABZPi23lxAP_ATP1fbO3OBX3Jm7bEtXH3bS0BwchGUdxumGNP-JSIFsmXzWa1vpW0T_0v9BYSyPFaAU7DG0VP2FAJtU9VA9I3efD5_VBRFQa4m7y8_4WUU8Ng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099403461730827394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS4bj7c_II/AAAAAAAAAGM/EhY2uB7FIus/s400/ATcAAABZPi23lxAP_ATP1fbO3OBX3Jm7bEtXH3bS0BwchGUdxumGNP-JSIFsmXzWa1vpW0T_0v9BYSyPFaAU7DG0VP2FAJtU9VA9I3efD5_VBRFQa4m7y8_4WUU8Ng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Amigos são como dinheiro tem aqueles que valem pouco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;no máximo cinco centavos e outros que valem muito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;por exemplo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;você só não vale 50 reais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mas sim 1 000 000 000 000 000 isso tudo e muito mais !!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Saudads de tuhh migha nindaa &lt;3&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/2445654656761275587-1680505833078763850?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1680505833078763850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1680505833078763850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/migha-criss.html' title='Migha Criss'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS4bj7c_II/AAAAAAAAAGM/EhY2uB7FIus/s72-c/ATcAAABZPi23lxAP_ATP1fbO3OBX3Jm7bEtXH3bS0BwchGUdxumGNP-JSIFsmXzWa1vpW0T_0v9BYSyPFaAU7DG0VP2FAJtU9VA9I3efD5_VBRFQa4m7y8_4WUU8Ng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-427159650140794950</id><published>2007-08-16T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:45:47.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SaraH E Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS23T7c_HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cCRnhczM1pg/s1600-h/Sara+e+Mandy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099401739448941682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS23T7c_HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cCRnhczM1pg/s400/Sara+e+Mandy+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosto de você com todas as diferenças que temos...&lt;br /&gt;Respeito sua visão de mundo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo não sendo a minha...&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz ao perceber sua alegria..&lt;br /&gt;Preocupo-me,&lt;br /&gt;quando sinto que não está bem...&lt;br /&gt;Estou do seu lado para o que DER e VIER...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo...&lt;br /&gt;Chorando...&lt;br /&gt;Concordando ou não..&lt;br /&gt;.Seja lá como for...&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que: VOCÊNÃO ESTARÁ SOZINHA!&lt;br /&gt;Jamais estará!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-427159650140794950?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/427159650140794950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/427159650140794950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/gosto-de-voc-com-todas-as-diferenas-que.html' title='SaraH E Amanda'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS23T7c_HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cCRnhczM1pg/s72-c/Sara+e+Mandy+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-6496355788553180913</id><published>2007-08-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:40:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda &amp; Ebran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS0pT7c_GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q_h5i2tsyY0/s1600-h/Mandy+e+Ebran+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099399299907517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS0pT7c_GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q_h5i2tsyY0/s400/Mandy+e+Ebran+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;→ Fui sua amiga no passado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sou sua amiga no presente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e se o futuro permitir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serei sua amiga eternamente !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obs:. Ele há de querer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você é muito importante para mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;→ Amizade verdadeira é aquela que o tempo não apagar a distancia não separa e a maldade não destrói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Apesar de todos os obstáculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;que encontro pela minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;apesar dos contratempos que me deparo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;apesar das portas fechadas que vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;apesar das dificuldades que enfrento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ainda assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tenho a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A esperança vive em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;amanhece comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;percorre o dia todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e, quando anoitece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ela está ainda mais fortalecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quando meus pensamentos estão confusos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e minhas idéias não são decifráveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;não desisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lembro-me da esperança que me move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quando meu caminho está tortuoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e minhas chances são diminuídas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lembro- me da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;que devo ter sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Esperança é a certeza de que algo de bom vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;,é a confiança que tudo vai dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Todos devemos ter essa esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;para que não nos sintamos caídos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;para que nosso dia seja menos tumultuado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e para que nosso coração esteja menos pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Desejo a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;que também tenha sempre a esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;que ela permaneça sempre em seus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Desejo que você nunca desista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque enquanto houver a esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nenhum sonho está perdido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Que as estrelas iluminem e guiem seus passos!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Com carinho...&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/2445654656761275587-6496355788553180913?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6496355788553180913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6496355788553180913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/fui-sua-amiga-no-passado-sou-sua-amiga.html' title='Amanda &amp; Ebran'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsS0pT7c_GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q_h5i2tsyY0/s72-c/Mandy+e+Ebran+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-4947461574031579503</id><published>2007-08-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:24:58.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples momentos s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSxmT7c_FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wCEw_jOgpwc/s1600-h/Mandy+,+Ebran+e+Mariette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099395949833026642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSxmT7c_FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wCEw_jOgpwc/s400/Mandy+,+Ebran+e+Mariette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hoje em meio aos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Me peguei lembrando de simples momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Momentos que se tornaram a fórmula da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Momentos que hoje são as marcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Deixadas pelo tempo no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Muitos sonhos já vivi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Muitas noites já chorei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Muitas dores eu senti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mas daqueles simples momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Não me esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade desses momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Em que suas palavras me confortavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Seus conselhos me encorajavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;O seu sorriso era um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Daquele sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hoje não posso mais ouvir suas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nem me encorajar mais com seus conselhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;E nem sentir mais a sinceridade de seu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Só as estrelas podem te ouvirE sentir a presença da paz que existe em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quando olho para o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;E vejo lindas estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Acredito que seja você rodeado por elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Contando as maravilhas dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Simples Momentos de nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fiel Amizade.&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/2445654656761275587-4947461574031579503?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4947461574031579503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4947461574031579503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/simples-momentos-s2.html' title='Simples momentos s2'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSxmT7c_FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wCEw_jOgpwc/s72-c/Mandy+,+Ebran+e+Mariette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-6637176270440028662</id><published>2007-08-16T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:17:35.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariette, Amanda e Ebran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSwNT7c_EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ifcCzciK9Kk/s1600-h/Mariette,+Mandy+e+Ebran.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099394420824669250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSwNT7c_EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ifcCzciK9Kk/s400/Mariette,+Mandy+e+Ebran.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amizade não se explica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amigos sabem quando serão amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pois compartilham momentos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; dão força..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Estão sempre lado a lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nas conquistas.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nas derrotas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nas horas boas...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e nas difíceis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amizade nem sempre é pensar do mesmo jeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas abrir mão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;de vez em quando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amizade é ter um irmão......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; que não mora na mesma casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É compartilhar segredos...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;emoções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É compreensão......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; é diversão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É contar com alguém......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; sempre que precisar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É ter algo em comum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É não ter nada em comum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É não ter nada em comum mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É saber que se tem mais em comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do que se imagina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É sentir saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É querer dar um tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É dar preferência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É bater um ciúme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amizade que é amizade nunca acaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amo vcs para todo o sempre s2&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/2445654656761275587-6637176270440028662?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6637176270440028662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6637176270440028662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mariette-amanda-e-ebran.html' title='Mariette, Amanda e Ebran'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSwNT7c_EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ifcCzciK9Kk/s72-c/Mariette,+Mandy+e+Ebran.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-1180209552798340525</id><published>2007-08-16T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:07:28.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas de todas as Horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsStQT7c_DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IALv_1JH3YU/s1600-h/Amanda+e+Mariette+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099391173829393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsStQT7c_DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IALv_1JH3YU/s400/Amanda+e+Mariette+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem não precisa de um Amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de alguém para partilhar suas coisas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ter amigos e ter a melhor relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;com o mundo, é jamais pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que se está só, sem ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem tem Amigos na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;possui tesouros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mas devemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tratá-los com o devido cuidado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;como se fosse uma jóia preciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de grande valor que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;encontramos em todo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A você o meu muito obrigado por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem tem um Amigo nunca está só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;está em boa companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu tenho você uma grande pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;uma grande amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você é a honestidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a sinceridade eo carinho que traça o perfil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de uma amizade completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada por sua amizade! beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te amo mighaa nindaaa ;***&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/2445654656761275587-1180209552798340525?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1180209552798340525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/1180209552798340525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/amigas-de-todas-as-horas.html' title='Amigas de todas as Horas'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsStQT7c_DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IALv_1JH3YU/s72-c/Amanda+e+Mariette+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-422394547904355121</id><published>2007-08-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:07:52.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas Para Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSrJT7c_CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/genO6dU_i-w/s1600-h/Amanda+e+Mariette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099388854547053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSrJT7c_CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/genO6dU_i-w/s400/Amanda+e+Mariette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um amigo é fruto de uma escolha.&lt;br /&gt;É uma opção de amor&lt;br /&gt;É a descoberta da alma irmã.&lt;br /&gt;É a consciência clara e permanente de algo sublime que não está na natureza das coisas perecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;É um tesouro sem preço, um gostar sem distância,de alguém presente em nosso caminho,nas horas de dúvida, de alegria, demais para ser perdido,importante para ser esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-422394547904355121?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/422394547904355121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/422394547904355121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/amigas-para-sempre.html' title='Amigas Para Sempre'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RsSrJT7c_CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/genO6dU_i-w/s72-c/Amanda+e+Mariette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-3257886367501804741</id><published>2007-07-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:22:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para alguém que Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolRIglK9HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6TrYj6aGNpA/s1600-h/triste+_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082682861090960498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolRIglK9HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6TrYj6aGNpA/s400/triste+_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu sei que é tarde pra voltar atrás mais preciso te dizer uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que Te amo, Te amei e sempre te amarei s2&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo mais que chocolate&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo mais que Coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo mais que x-salada&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo pq vc me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo pq vc me entende&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo pq vc me faz falta i eu daria tudo pra te ter novamente&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo pq quando estou do seu lado eh um momento mágico&lt;br /&gt;~Te amo pq vc é um chongo (rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;ainnnnnn pq tem q ser assimmm?&lt;br /&gt;pq a nós só damos valor ao que perdemos?&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse fácil,&lt;br /&gt;se a felicidade estivesse na esquina,&lt;br /&gt;se não existisse tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;se eu pudesse te dizer o quanto te amo,&lt;br /&gt;se as estrelas não brilhassem,&lt;br /&gt;se o sol estivesse ao lado da lua,&lt;br /&gt;se não existisse dia e noite,&lt;br /&gt;se eu pudesse existir sem ter você ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;e se tudo fosse fácil,&lt;br /&gt;ou ao menos se eu tivesse um coração,&lt;br /&gt;teria certeza que não sofreria em vão,&lt;br /&gt;apenas posso te dizer que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;mas do que a lua ama o sol,&lt;br /&gt;às estrelas o mar,&lt;br /&gt;você nunca saíra do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;por mas que tente,&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO...&lt;br /&gt;Ha erros que cometemos&lt;br /&gt;Verdades que nao conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Entre erros e verdades Encontrei VOCE....&lt;br /&gt;Talvez voce seja meu&lt;br /&gt;maior erro....&lt;br /&gt;Mais a minha unica verdade e que eu...............&lt;br /&gt;.AMO VOCE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-3257886367501804741?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3257886367501804741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3257886367501804741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/07/para-algum-que-perdi.html' title='Para alguém que Amo'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolRIglK9HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6TrYj6aGNpA/s72-c/triste+_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-7183916238701145050</id><published>2007-07-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:20:16.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy, Rosy e Drica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolPgglK9FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oR8hzrWWMkc/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082681074384565330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolPgglK9FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oR8hzrWWMkc/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que você possa encontrar um verdadeiro amigo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes de tudo você tem que ser amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenha nenhuma outra agenda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a não ser a de ser o melhor amigo que você puder ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, ao fazer um amigo e começar a desenvolver um relacionamento com ele, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não corra necessariamente atrás de alguém que concorde com você em todos os ângulos possíveis e imagináveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busque uma pessoa capaz de desafiá-lo a ser o melhor que você pode vir a ser; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguém que tenha a habilidade de lhe falar honesta e abertamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O verdadeiro amigo é aquele que pode feri-lo pela dureza de suas palavras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contudo, as feridas provocadas pelo amigo sincero são as mesmas que irão desenvolver em você a cura capaz de levá-lo às mais elevadas realizações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-7183916238701145050?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7183916238701145050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7183916238701145050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/07/mandy-rosy-e-drica.html' title='Mandy, Rosy e Drica'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RolPgglK9FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oR8hzrWWMkc/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-3921970252843522271</id><published>2007-05-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:52:42.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjovQuvpngI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzitiXSBDqg/s1600-h/img862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060409095776476674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjovQuvpngI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzitiXSBDqg/s400/img862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....PARA REFLETIR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia mais belo? HOJE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coisa mais fácil? ERRAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O maior obstáculo? O MEDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O maior erro? O ABANDONO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A raiz de todos os males? O EGOISMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A distração mais bela? O TRABALHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pior derrota? O DESÂNIMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os melhores professores? AS CRIANÇAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira necessidade? COMUNICAR-SE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que mais lhe faz feliz? SER ÚTIL AOS DEMAIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O maior mistério? A MORTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pior defeito? O MAU HUMOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pior sentimento? O RANCOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O presente mais belo? O PERDÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mais imprescindível? O LAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rota mais rápida? O CAMINHO CERTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sensação mais agradável? A PAZ INTERIOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A proteção efetiva? O SORRISO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor remédio? O OTIMISMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maior satisfação? O DEVER CUMPRIDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A força mais potente do mundo? A FÉ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas mais necessárias? OS PAIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mais bela de todas as coisas? O AMOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-3921970252843522271?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3921970252843522271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3921970252843522271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjovQuvpngI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzitiXSBDqg/s72-c/img862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-6265961059748111306</id><published>2007-04-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:27:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy;*Rosy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjKiaOvpnfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5tf3cpmhcOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058283903008742898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjKiaOvpnfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5tf3cpmhcOQ/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos verdadeiros, são para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;porque não importa a distância,&lt;br /&gt;no coração estarão sempre perto.&lt;br /&gt;não importam as diferenças,&lt;br /&gt;no coração sempre terão um ponto de acordo.&lt;br /&gt;não importam as brigas,no coração sempre haverá lugar para o perdão.&lt;br /&gt;não importam circunstâncias,&lt;br /&gt;sempre haverá um ombro para recostar,&lt;br /&gt;mãos para ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;olhos para enxergar e chorar de alegria e dor,&lt;br /&gt;bocas para expressar as verdades e sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, verdadeiros são para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;porque quando dois corações se unem,&lt;br /&gt;formando um só,DEUS se manifesta ali,&lt;br /&gt;através do amore o amor é mais forte que a morte,&lt;br /&gt;é benigno, paciente, tudo sofre,crê, supera.não se ufana, nem se ensoberbece,apenas ama...certamente, permanece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-6265961059748111306?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6265961059748111306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/6265961059748111306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mandyrosy.html' title='Mandy;*Rosy'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjKiaOvpnfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5tf3cpmhcOQ/s72-c/IMG_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-2363108837128354818</id><published>2007-04-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:47:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjEdtevpneI/AAAAAAAAADs/xnyZSzvQ06I/s1600-h/img773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057856523698019810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjEdtevpneI/AAAAAAAAADs/xnyZSzvQ06I/s400/img773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te peço perdão por te amar de repente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora o meu amor seja uma velha canção nos teus ouvidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das horas que passei à sombra dos teus gestos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bebendo em tua boca o perfume dos sorrisos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das noites que vivi acalentado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela graça indizível dos teus passos eternamente fugindo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trago a doçura dos que aceitam melancolicamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E posso te dizer que o grande afeto que te deixo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não traz o exaspero das lágrimas nem a fascinação das promessas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem as misteriosas palavras dos véus da alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um sossego, uma unção, um transbordamento de carícias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E só te pede que te repouses quieta, muito quieta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deixes que as mãos cálidas da noite encontrem sem fatalidade o olhar extático da aurora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-2363108837128354818?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/2363108837128354818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/2363108837128354818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/s2.html' title='s2'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RjEdtevpneI/AAAAAAAAADs/xnyZSzvQ06I/s72-c/img773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-7679741359948482625</id><published>2007-04-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:33:22.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Ri00HHwmtPI/AAAAAAAAADk/uunVOqhF6hQ/s1600-h/amor%2520maior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056755253553575154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Ri00HHwmtPI/AAAAAAAAADk/uunVOqhF6hQ/s400/amor%2520maior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A pior covardia de um ser humano é despertar o amor em outra pessoa sem ter a intenção de amar...Pois nao existe amor proibido apenas pessoas incapazes de AMAR." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-7679741359948482625?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7679741359948482625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/7679741359948482625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/pior-covardia-de-um-ser-humano.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Ri00HHwmtPI/AAAAAAAAADk/uunVOqhF6hQ/s72-c/amor%2520maior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-3236261432535914382</id><published>2007-04-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:34:49.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_[As Kebradeiras]_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxyHwmtOI/AAAAAAAAADc/wL3170xM-vs/s1600-h/img562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055626793846224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxyHwmtOI/AAAAAAAAADc/wL3170xM-vs/s400/img562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigo é aquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo não apaga,&lt;br /&gt;que a distância não esquece,&lt;br /&gt;que a maldade não destrói.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento que vem de longe,&lt;br /&gt;que ganha lugar no seu coração&lt;br /&gt;e você não substitui por nada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É alguém que você sente presente,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando está longe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que vem para o seu lado quando você&lt;br /&gt;está sozinho e nunca nega um sentimento sincero.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo não é coisa de um dia,&lt;br /&gt;são atos, palavras e atitudes&lt;br /&gt;que se solidificam no tempo&lt;br /&gt;e não se apagam mais.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que ficam para sempre como tudo que&lt;br /&gt;é feito com o coração aberto.&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/2445654656761275587-3236261432535914382?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3236261432535914382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/3236261432535914382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-kebradeiras_20.html' title='_[As Kebradeiras]_'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxyHwmtOI/AAAAAAAAADc/wL3170xM-vs/s72-c/img562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-4628670839457420183</id><published>2007-04-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:32:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy ;* Paulinhaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxRHwmtNI/AAAAAAAAADU/Shx_Ky_RwIY/s1600-h/img554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055626226910541010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxRHwmtNI/AAAAAAAAADU/Shx_Ky_RwIY/s400/img554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem&lt;br /&gt;o quanto são meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto&lt;br /&gt;e a absoluta necessidade&lt;br /&gt;que tenho deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre&lt;br /&gt;do que o amor, eis que&lt;br /&gt;permite que o objeto dela&lt;br /&gt;se divida em outros afetos,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme,&lt;br /&gt;que não admite a rivalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar,&lt;br /&gt;embora não sem dor,&lt;br /&gt;que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enlouqueceria se morressem&lt;br /&gt;todos os meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem&lt;br /&gt;o quanto são meus amigos e&lt;br /&gt;o quanto minha vida depende&lt;br /&gt;de suas existências ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro,&lt;br /&gt;basta-me saber que eles existem.&lt;br /&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja&lt;br /&gt;a seguir em frente pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade,&lt;br /&gt;não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles;&lt;br /&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica&lt;br /&gt;e não sabem que estão incluídos&lt;br /&gt;na sagrada relação de meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba&lt;br /&gt;e sinta que os adoro,&lt;br /&gt;embora não declare e não os procure.&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro,&lt;br /&gt;noto que eles não tem noção de como&lt;br /&gt;me são necessários...&lt;br /&gt;de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital,&lt;br /&gt;porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu,&lt;br /&gt;tremulamente, construí e&lt;br /&gt;se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer,&lt;br /&gt;eu ficarei torto para um lado.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam,&lt;br /&gt;eu rezo pela vida deles.&lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é,&lt;br /&gt;em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos,&lt;br /&gt;cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;compartilhando daquele prazer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece&lt;br /&gt;é que a roda furiosa da vida&lt;br /&gt;não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;morando comigo, andando comigo,&lt;br /&gt;falando comigo, vivendo comigo,&lt;br /&gt;todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente&lt;br /&gt;os que só desconfiam ou talvez&lt;br /&gt;nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-4628670839457420183?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4628670839457420183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/4628670839457420183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mandy-paulinhaw.html' title='Mandy ;* Paulinhaw'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RikxRHwmtNI/AAAAAAAAADU/Shx_Ky_RwIY/s72-c/img554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-761762095131588545</id><published>2007-04-20T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:27:55.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy ; Cacá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rikv73wmtLI/AAAAAAAAADE/pu802E_hmFg/s1600-h/img510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055624762326693042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rikv73wmtLI/AAAAAAAAADE/pu802E_hmFg/s400/img510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante o pouco espaço de tempo que permanecemos neste mundo...&lt;br /&gt;É uma grande missão que temos a cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta missão temos que executar várias tarefas.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada tarefa fazemos novos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um amigo se afasta de nós&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja porque já tenha cumprido&lt;br /&gt;sua tarefa neste determinado lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, uma palavra que muitos dizem...&lt;br /&gt;Poucos tem um.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que tens muitos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;De repente é mais fácil criticar.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que esqueceram como elogiar.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo não é aquele que está por perto.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade permanece com a distância.&lt;br /&gt;Se com a distância a amizade acaba,&lt;br /&gt;é porque ela nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém me perguntar se tens defeitos....&lt;br /&gt;Direi que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntarem quais são, não saberei responder.&lt;br /&gt;Pois antes de criticar por teus defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;lembro que és meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe a mim julgar ou te condenar por teus erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-761762095131588545?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/761762095131588545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/761762095131588545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mandy-cac.html' title='Mandy ; Cacá'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/Rikv73wmtLI/AAAAAAAAADE/pu802E_hmFg/s72-c/img510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445654656761275587.post-417863175457840298</id><published>2007-04-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:06:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighasssss s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RiKTU_f02iI/AAAAAAAAACE/6VrG5Ng6LxE/s1600-h/migoasss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053763720714705442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RiKTU_f02iI/AAAAAAAAACE/6VrG5Ng6LxE/s320/migoasss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  uhuu ... Nossa história vai virar cinema e a gente vai passar em Hollywood e se ninguém gostar não tem problema.. nós somos grandes amigas e isso não há quem mude ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445654656761275587-417863175457840298?l=amandalolyphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/417863175457840298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445654656761275587/posts/default/417863175457840298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalolyphy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mighasssss-s2.html' title='Mighasssss s2'/><author><name>Amanda Travaglia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07083646944646147693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UluKmo4yuS8/TfZvSfUGQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/6E0yDwUS1Qg/s220/37655_409164467182_737327182_4548003_4236655_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wIEhK4w6rT0/RiKTU_f02iI/AAAAAAAAACE/6VrG5Ng6LxE/s72-c/migoasss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
