<?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-8354235593128395425</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:03.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Construção</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-8257622004401457070</id><published>2007-12-22T12:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:07:37.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;tempus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo masculino"&gt;s. m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;duração limitada, por oposição à ideia de eternidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;período;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;época;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;sucessão de anos, dias, horas, momentos, que envolve, para o homem, a noção de presente, passado e futuro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;meio indefinido onde se desenrolam, irreversivelmente, as existências na sua mutação, os acontecimentos e os fenómenos na sua sucessão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;certo período determinado em que decorre um facto ou vive uma personagem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;oportunidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;ensejo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;estação ou ocasião própria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;prazo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;duração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;estado atmosférico;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Música"&gt;Mús.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;cada uma das partes completas de uma peça musical, em que o andamento muda;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;duração de cada parte do compasso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Gramática"&gt;Gram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;flexão indicativa do momento a que se refere o estado ou a acção dos verbos.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="locução adverbial"&gt;loc. adv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;a -:&lt;/span&gt; oportunamente, em boa hora;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;a dois -s, a quatro -s:&lt;/span&gt; ciclos de funcionamento de um motor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-8257622004401457070?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/8257622004401457070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=8257622004401457070' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8257622004401457070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8257622004401457070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/12/tempo-do-lat.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-7151581206852961222</id><published>2007-09-12T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:32:33.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/9648/namoradinhosee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/9648/namoradinhosee4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Com o tempo você percebe que nem sempre na vida temos o que queremos. Podemos tentar, ir atrás, mas se não tiver que ser, não será! Nem sempre o que queremos é o melhor pra nós, e infelizmente não pode acontecer. Com o tempo você descobre que o melhor SEMPRE estará por vir. Com erros e decepções passadas acabamos ficando com medo e não nos envolvemos, ficamos distantes. É uma pena, as vezes o medo de dar errado e de não conseguir é maior, perdemos grandes oportunidades de sermos felizes. A dor de uma perda, a decepção de uma amizade marcam e por isso ficamos com medo, mas nem tudo é igual, cada história é uma história e cada final é diferente. Não se prenda a acontecimentos antigos, apenas faça deles lições, para que de seus erros passados você faça um novo amanhã. É errando que se aprende, é tentando que se consegue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai ai... To feliz, feliz, feliz, felizzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-7151581206852961222?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/7151581206852961222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=7151581206852961222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/7151581206852961222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/7151581206852961222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/09/com-o-tempo-voc-percebe-que-nem-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-3198482191911525951</id><published>2007-08-08T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:07:38.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Eu queria arrumar alguém que me faça tremer as pernas. Alguém que me mate de cócegas, alguém que durma de conchinha, alguém que tampe meus olhos, pergunte "adivinha quem é" e me dê um beijo apaixonado logo em seguida. Alguém que me tire o fôlego só de chegar perto. Alguém que me abrace forte, que me cause arrepios, que diga "te amo" bem baixinho no ouvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que tenha brilhos nos olhos sempre que me ver, que sorria o seu melhor sorriso sempre que está comigo. Alguém que brinque de ser criança, que faça bolos de chocolate e se lambuze. Alguém pra andar de mãos dadas na praia. Alguém que me pegue no colo, me rodopie, me faça rir. Alguém que "chute" água do mar, que role na areia. Alguém que encare nos olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém pra quem eu possa contar coisas inúteis sem que faça cara de "que tédio". Alguém que se interesse pelos meus assuntos inúteis, que me escute, que me aconselhe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que respeite meu silêncio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me beije o pescoço, me pega forte e me faça ir às estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que eu possa deitar no colo, no banco da praça, e contar causos de minha infância. Alguém que gosta de ficar olhando a lua. Alguém que goste de poesias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me faça surpresas e que me permita fazer surpresas. Alguém que me faça sentir a única mulher do mundo. Alguém que diga "estou com saudades", mesmo tendo feito apenas dez minutos que me viu. E que eu sinta vontade de dizer "estou com saudades também". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que goste de bater fotos engraçadas, que ria de si mesmo, que conte piadas e ria das minhas piadas sem graça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me deixe - um pouco - envergonhada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me faça perder horas na frente do espelho, trocando e destrocando de roupa para poder estar perfeita e que, depois de tanto trabalho, me olhe dos pés a cabeça e diga "como você tá linda". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me faça carinho e me veja dormindo. Alguém que me beije a testa, que me pegue pela cintura, que suspire no ouvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém por quem eu possa ser criança e, também, mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que faça loucuras, que não se importe com "platéia". Alguém que me surpreenda de vez equando. Alguém que me leve para caminhar nas nuvens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alguém que me chame de 'minha'. Alguém que eu possa chamar de 'meu'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-3198482191911525951?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/3198482191911525951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=3198482191911525951' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/3198482191911525951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/3198482191911525951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-queria-arrumar-algum-que-me-faa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4680915924179942255</id><published>2007-07-23T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:55:41.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)Só quero que saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É fazer valer a pena (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;Razões e Emoções - Nx Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;Biiiiiico pra você!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4680915924179942255?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4680915924179942255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4680915924179942255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4680915924179942255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4680915924179942255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-5714306753229402843</id><published>2007-06-23T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:22:24.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desse jeito vão saber de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dessa nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E será uma maldade veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Malignas línguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nossos corpos não conseguem ter paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Em uma distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nossos olhos são dengosos demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que não se consolam, clamam fugazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Olhos que se entregam, ilegais (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilegais - Vanessa da Mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-5714306753229402843?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/5714306753229402843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=5714306753229402843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5714306753229402843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5714306753229402843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/06/desse-jeito-vo-saber-de-ns-dois-dessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-5482970965540999970</id><published>2007-06-17T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:18:12.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sorte de hoje&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Pare de procurar eternamente; a felicidade está bem ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, já percebi isso.  E agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-5482970965540999970?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/5482970965540999970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=5482970965540999970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5482970965540999970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5482970965540999970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorte-de-hoje-pare-de-procurar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-8005783923958556534</id><published>2007-06-12T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:49:51.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:ConjugaVerbo%28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;afér. de &lt;i&gt;enamorar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="verbo transitivo"&gt;v. tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;galantear, requestar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;cativar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;procurar inspirar amor a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;pretender o amor de;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;andar de namoro com;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="figurativo"&gt;fig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;atrair, seduzir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;desejar muito, cobiçar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;olhar com enlevo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="verbo intransitivo"&gt;v. int.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;inspirar amor a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;ter namoro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;afeiçoar-se;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;agradar-se (de alguma coisa);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;apaixonar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-8005783923958556534?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/8005783923958556534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=8005783923958556534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8005783923958556534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8005783923958556534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/06/namorar-conjugar-afr.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4835789599866466603</id><published>2007-05-28T03:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T03:18:55.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yohanandreams.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/casal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://yohanandreams.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/casal.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   " Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem,&lt;br /&gt;caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes&lt;br /&gt;teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a porta.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece&lt;br /&gt;razão.&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo,&lt;br /&gt;por conjunção estelar.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se&lt;br /&gt;bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só referenciais. Ama-se&lt;br /&gt;pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá,&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos&lt;br /&gt;piscam,&lt;br /&gt;pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera.&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de&lt;br /&gt;cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou a&lt;br /&gt;seco. Você gosta de rock e ela de chorinho, você gosta&lt;br /&gt;de praia e ela tem alergia a sol, você abomina o Natal e ela&lt;br /&gt;detesta o Ano Novo, nem no ódio vocês combinam.&lt;br /&gt;Então?&lt;br /&gt;Então, que ela tem um jeito de sorrir que o deixa&lt;br /&gt;imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante do que LSD,&lt;br /&gt;você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Isso tem nome.&lt;br /&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai&lt;br /&gt;e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no&lt;br /&gt;armário. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, está&lt;br /&gt;sempre duro, e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a menor&lt;br /&gt;vocação para príncipe encantado e ainda assim você não&lt;br /&gt;consegue despachá-lo. Quando a mão dele toca na sua nuca,&lt;br /&gt;você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca gaita na boca,&lt;br /&gt;adora animais e escreve poemas. Por que você ama este&lt;br /&gt;cara?&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunte pra mim! você é inteligente, Lê livros, revistas e jornais.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta dos filmes dos irmãos Coen e do Robert Altman, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem seu valor.&lt;br /&gt;É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num&lt;br /&gt;comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de&lt;br /&gt;viajar, de música, tem loucura por computador e seu&lt;br /&gt;fettucine ao pesto é imbatível.&lt;br /&gt;Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora&lt;br /&gt;sexo. Com um currículo desse, criatura, por que está sem&lt;br /&gt;um amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um&lt;br /&gt;sentimento, mas uma equação matemática: eu linda + você&lt;br /&gt;inteligente = dois apaixonados. Não funciona assim. Amar&lt;br /&gt;não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC.&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;br /&gt;Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos têm às pencas,&lt;br /&gt;bons motoristas e bons pais de família, ta assim, ó! Mas&lt;br /&gt;ninguém consegue ser do jeito que o amor da sua vida é!&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Arnaldo Jabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4835789599866466603?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4835789599866466603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4835789599866466603' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4835789599866466603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4835789599866466603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/05/ningum-ama-outra-pessoa-pelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-2440874624874114845</id><published>2007-05-23T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:58:06.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)Nego se segure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer que se cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessa pessoa que o aconselha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais(...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Boa Sorte/Good Luck - Vanessa da Mata e Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-2440874624874114845?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/2440874624874114845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=2440874624874114845' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/2440874624874114845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/2440874624874114845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-1646254363414309535</id><published>2007-05-12T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:44:33.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skjstudio.com/bravo/images/bravo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.skjstudio.com/bravo/images/bravo9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Essa cara amarrada é só um jeito de viver nesse mundo de mágoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cara Valente - Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-1646254363414309535?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/1646254363414309535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=1646254363414309535' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/1646254363414309535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/1646254363414309535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/05/essa-cara-amarrada-s-um-jeito-de-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4394804926381121905</id><published>2007-05-02T21:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:29:32.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...) Vocês vão aprender que nesta vida não se pode mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;errar. Vão descobrir que entre as estrelas e o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;existe o mar (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Deixa Estar - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4394804926381121905?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4394804926381121905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4394804926381121905' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4394804926381121905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4394804926381121905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-3335249157890465984</id><published>2007-04-22T04:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:53:38.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/filmes/manhattan/manhattan08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/filmes/manhattan/manhattan08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Você já desejou alguém tão fortemente que abalou sua vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Já se apaixonou tão absurdamente que não pensava em nada mais, não tirava aquilo da cabeça, não conseguia visualizar um futuro, um presente, e vivia só do passado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;É incrível como a gente se mobiliza por uma paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A paixão é o motor da vida. Nos apaixonamos muitas vezes, e cada vez é para sempre. Se a gente se decepciona, partimos para outra com um sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Se a outra pessoa se decepciona, deixamos de ser o centro do universo para entrar numa escuridão que parece infinita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mas o bom é termos essa capacidade de regenerar partes do nosso corpo que foram decepadas. Parece que perdemos o coração para sempre, mas ele volta bombando. Parece que nossa alma sumiu, mas ela se apresenta de novo com um novo suspiro. Parece que nossa capacidade de amar se esgotou, mas o inesperado faz uma surpresa e lá estamos de novo, com a mente quieta, a espinha ereta e o coração tranquilo. Essa paixão demonstra que temos a nossa identidade única. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dentre bilhões de pessoas, por causa da paixão, sabemos que somos únicos. É como uma impressão digital, única e intransferível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Somos únicos quando amamos. E cada pessoa que amamos,amamos de modos diferentes porque também somos imprevisíveis. Não sermos redundantes no amor é nosso passaporte para a utopia da felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Que seja utopia, mas a perseguição dela é mais interessante que os amores estabelecidos como regras a serem cumpridas só porque cabem bem junto à sociedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No amor, vale o risco, vale seguir o vento, o cheiro,o desejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Se se arrepender de algo, não tenha vergonha de voltar atrás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;É melhor ser sincero e encarar o medo, do que viver sofrendo com algo que poderia fazer e não fez por vergonha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;O amor é sem vergonha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Serginho Groisman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="pSoc" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="row1"&gt;&lt;td class="rowLabel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="row0"&gt;&lt;td class="rowLabel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22O+amor+%C3%A9+sem+vergonha.%22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-3335249157890465984?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/3335249157890465984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=3335249157890465984' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/3335249157890465984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/3335249157890465984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/voc-j-desejou-algum-to-fortemente-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4287295428362879420</id><published>2007-04-19T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:46:41.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://regressoaofuturo4.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Hugo%20Dias%20-%20solidao%20-%20T1%20-%2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://regressoaofuturo4.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Hugo%20Dias%20-%20solidao%20-%20T1%20-%2096.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;tristitia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo feminino"&gt;s. f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;qualidade ou estado de triste;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;consternação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;dó;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;aspecto que revela mágoa ou aflição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;melancolia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;angústia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ya.com/sweet-agony/files/Tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4287295428362879420?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4287295428362879420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4287295428362879420' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4287295428362879420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4287295428362879420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/tristeza-do-lat.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4839110732457617218</id><published>2007-04-15T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:27:05.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/mapsl/mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/mapsl/mundo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numa folha qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu desenho um sol amarelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E com cinco ou seis retas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; É fácil fazer um castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Giro um simples compasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E num círculo eu faço o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um menino caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E caminhando chega num muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E ali logo em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; A esperar pela gente o futuro está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E o futuro é uma astronave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que tentamos pilotar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Não tem tempo nem piedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nem tem hora de chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sem pedir licença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; E depois convida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; A rir ou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nessa estrada não nos cabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Conhecer ou ver o que virá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; O fim dela ninguém sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Bem ao certo onde vai dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Vamos todos numa linda passarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; De uma aquarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que um dia enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Descolorirá (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aquarela - Toquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4839110732457617218?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4839110732457617218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4839110732457617218' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4839110732457617218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4839110732457617218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/numa-folha-qualquer-eu-desenho-um-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-4643215198904866388</id><published>2007-04-10T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:33:02.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cccp.blogaliza.org/files/2007/01/violencia_rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cccp.blogaliza.org/files/2007/01/violencia_rio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vejo a vida melhor no futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vejo isto por cima do muro de hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que insiste em nos rodear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eu vejo a vida mais clara e farta&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de toda satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vejo um novo começo de era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;De gente fina, elegante e sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Com habilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra dizer mais sim do que não (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tempos Modernos - Lulu Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-4643215198904866388?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/4643215198904866388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=4643215198904866388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4643215198904866388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/4643215198904866388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/eu-vejo-vida-melhor-no-futuro-eu-vejo_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-6171879002190761065</id><published>2007-04-08T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:52:09.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.signs.kit.net/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.signs.kit.net/felicidade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...) Só posso levantar as mãos pro céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agradecer e ser fiel ao destino que Deus me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se não tenho tudo que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que tenho, vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De mansinho, lá vou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se a coisa não sai do jeito que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Também não me desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O negócio é deixar rolar (...)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a vida me levar - Zeca Pagodinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-6171879002190761065?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/6171879002190761065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=6171879002190761065' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/6171879002190761065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/6171879002190761065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-5749931261376231674</id><published>2007-04-05T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:58:55.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0230619902/bluemoon/images/sol_na_mao_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0230619902/bluemoon/images/sol_na_mao_50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Receita de jovialidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora todos os números não essenciais para sua sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;Isso inclui idade, peso e altura.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o médico se preocupar com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso ele é pago.&lt;br /&gt;Freqüente, de preferência, seus amigos alegres.&lt;br /&gt;Os de "baixo astral" puxam você para baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Continue aprendendo...&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda mais sobre computador, artesanato, jardinagem, qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe seu cérebro desocupado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mente sem uso é a oficina do diabo.&lt;br /&gt;E o nome do diabo é Alzheimer.&lt;br /&gt;Curta as coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;Ria sempre, muito e alto.&lt;br /&gt;Ria até perder o fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;Agüente, sofra e siga em frente.&lt;br /&gt;A única pessoa que acompanha você a vida toda é você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Esteja vivo, enquanto você viver!&lt;br /&gt;Esteja sempre rodeado daquilo que você gosta:&lt;br /&gt;família, animais, lembranças, música, plantas,um hobby, o que for.&lt;br /&gt;Seu lar é o seu refúgio.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite sua saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Se for boa, preserve-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se está instável, melhore-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se está abaixo desse nível, peça ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Não faça viagens de remorso.&lt;br /&gt;Viaje para o Shopping, para cidade vizinha, para um país estrangeiro,&lt;br /&gt;mas não faça viagens ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;Diga a quem você ama, que você realmente os ama, em todas as oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se sempre que:&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é medida pelo número de vezes que você respirou, mas pelos&lt;br /&gt;momentos em que você perdeu o fôlego:&lt;br /&gt;de tanto rir...&lt;br /&gt;de surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;de êxtase...&lt;br /&gt;de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha amarela,&lt;br /&gt;mas há também aquelas que fazem de uma simples&lt;br /&gt;mancha amarela o próprio sol.&lt;br /&gt;(Pablo Picasso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-5749931261376231674?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/5749931261376231674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=5749931261376231674' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5749931261376231674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/5749931261376231674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/receita-de-jovialidade-jogue-fora-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354235593128395425.post-8588211527885646287</id><published>2007-04-03T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:29:43.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stonek.com/jul2005/radiografia6105x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://stonek.com/jul2005/radiografia6105x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;construção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" class="texto"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;constructione&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo feminino"&gt;s. f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;acção, efeito, modo ou arte de construir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;maneira como algo é formado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;estrutura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;o objecto construído, edifício;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;organismo (pessoa);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Gramática"&gt;Gram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;disposição sintáctica das palavras no discurso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Matemática"&gt;Mat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;tratado metódico das construções geométricas.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354235593128395425-8588211527885646287?l=em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/feeds/8588211527885646287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354235593128395425&amp;postID=8588211527885646287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8588211527885646287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354235593128395425/posts/default/8588211527885646287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://em-cons-tru-cao.blogspot.com/2007/04/construo-do-lat.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisele Capucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16122204473803421446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
