<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302</id><updated>2009-12-22T13:45:16.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karina Noutro mundo</title><subtitle type='html'>Um outro mundo... mundo em que entro   quando resolvo colocar para fora o que estou sentindo por dentro.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-9162507347870842619</id><published>2009-12-11T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:10:56.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto vale o seu tempo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SyKm4ErFJSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0jSHMbB8ZoQ/s1600-h/Boutique%2520(70).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SyKm4ErFJSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0jSHMbB8ZoQ/s320/Boutique%2520(70).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414073184310076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"O que vale não é o tempo que a gente leva para fazer alguma coisa, mas o&lt;strong&gt; tanto de amor que a gente coloca ao praticá-la."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cancaonova.com/cnova/ministerio/temp/mensagem.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-9162507347870842619?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9162507347870842619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=9162507347870842619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9162507347870842619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9162507347870842619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/quanto-vale-o-seu-tempo.html' title='Quanto vale o seu tempo?'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SyKm4ErFJSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0jSHMbB8ZoQ/s72-c/Boutique%2520(70).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1903707214787809796</id><published>2009-12-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:46:08.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SxlY31mAWDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7khnTUT8pDg/s1600-h/desenho-da-crian-ccedila-da-home-ampamp-da-fam-iacutelia-felizes-thumb5771976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SxlY31mAWDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7khnTUT8pDg/s320/desenho-da-crian-ccedila-da-home-ampamp-da-fam-iacutelia-felizes-thumb5771976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454143564896306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Felicidade é uma cidade pequenina&lt;br /&gt; é uma casinha é uma colina&lt;br /&gt; qualquer lugar que se ilumina&lt;br /&gt; quando a gente quer amar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moraes Moreira)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1903707214787809796?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1903707214787809796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1903707214787809796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1903707214787809796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1903707214787809796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SxlY31mAWDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7khnTUT8pDg/s72-c/desenho-da-crian-ccedila-da-home-ampamp-da-fam-iacutelia-felizes-thumb5771976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7934752097500483743</id><published>2009-11-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:42:20.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall... in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRX7lexwVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fMy8yNSp3wk/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRX7lexwVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fMy8yNSp3wk/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401038534309167442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outono aqui, as folhas das arvores vao caindo todas, a todo momento sao levadas pelo vento. As ruas ficam num colorido incrivel.'E tao bonito ver esse espetaculo da natureza. 'E mais um dos belos cenarios que ela nos proporciona, mais um cenario para vivermos divinamente o papel de protagonistas da nossa propria vida. Nao conhecia essa estacao pessoalmente, so atraves de filmes, fotos, quadros, papeis de parede de computador, calendarios... e agora fazer parte disso de verdade, vivenciar o outono assim de perto, e junto da pessoa que amo 'e uma bencao. Ate o frio que faz aqui as vezes passa despercebido. Dizem que Deus da o frio conforme o cobertor... e "eu acheeei um cobertooor que me deu muito amooor..."  ;-) lembrei dessa musica brega de Calcinha Preta agora e n resisti, sou brega mesmo, e atire a primeira pedra quem nao fica brega qndo esta amando. &lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao outono, que agora estou sentindo na pele e no coracao, o que tambem acho incrivel 'e a mensagem de renovacao que essa estacao nos transmite. As arvores vao perdendo as folhas aos poucos para no inverno perde-las completamente. Apesar disso, existe a promessa implicita de que depois tudo vai voltar a ser como antes, ou ate melhor. O outono ensina que para recomecar, as vezes precisamos ver a chegada gradual do fim, para acreditar num possivel comeco. Folhas caindo... sentimentos que nao nos servem mais, atitudes que ja nao combinam conosco, pessoas que nao merecem nossa amizade, nosso carinho, respeito... sofrimentos vaos, duvidas ameacadoras... &lt;br /&gt;Sejamos como as arvores do outono e deixemos que o vento, que o tempo leve para bem longe essas folhas que precisam ser levadas, que elas caiam de vez para que outras novas possam nascer e trazer a esperanca nao so na cor, mas em cada linda demonstracao de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7934752097500483743?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7934752097500483743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7934752097500483743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7934752097500483743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7934752097500483743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-in-love.html' title='Fall... in love.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRX7lexwVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fMy8yNSp3wk/s72-c/IMG_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3161924136057327988</id><published>2009-08-30T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:33:06.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu sou girassol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SpsKT4yVDEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FdM4-RY-Noo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SpsKT4yVDEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FdM4-RY-Noo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375901916974091330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de chuva, fui ver o girassol do jardim secreto de Alice, ele estava cabisbaixo, triste... cheguei perto e comecei a entender: ele estava assim caidinho porque o sol nao apareceu. Sou assim como ele, sem sol parece que o clima fica pesado, tudo fica cinza igual as nuvens, lembrei da musica de Ira que diz assim: "Como eu sou girassol, vc 'e meu sol." Imagine se eu nao tivesse essas luzes que sao o sol da minha vida: minha familia, meu amor e meus amigos......e principalmente, Deus no coracao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3161924136057327988?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3161924136057327988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3161924136057327988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3161924136057327988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3161924136057327988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-eu-sou-girassol.html' title='Como eu sou girassol...'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SpsKT4yVDEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FdM4-RY-Noo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8870757653426403473</id><published>2009-08-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:14:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A alegria do Senhor é a nossa força.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/So1oON_GtDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NFqVdaTggJg/s1600-h/scrapeenet_20090805114221xQdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/So1oON_GtDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NFqVdaTggJg/s320/scrapeenet_20090805114221xQdb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372064524004668466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é a nossa alegria e a nossa salvação. Não podemos cultivar sentimentos negativos, pois “a alegria do Senhor é a nossa força”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos nos deixar escravizar pelas nossas preocupações; mas nos exercitar no abandono: entregar tudo e sempre nas mãos d'Aquele que é o Senhor e rege todas as coisas; nossa vida também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que se preocupam por antecipação e não conseguem viver o momento presente. O grande segredo é “viver a vida”, aguentar firme a carga do dia-a-dia. Se vivermos em função do que já passou e do que ainda vai acontecer, certamente não vamos suportar e cairemos numa profunda depressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor é a nossa salvação, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;para que ficar alimentando a tristeza e ruminando o que já passou? &lt;/span&gt;Você não pode viver assim &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;e muito menos sofrer algo que ainda não aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não estejais na tristeza, pois a alegria do Senhor, esta é a vossa força!" (Neemias 8,10b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/pejonas/pejonas_msg_dia.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8870757653426403473?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8870757653426403473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8870757653426403473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8870757653426403473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8870757653426403473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/alegria-do-senhor-e-nossa-forca.html' title='A alegria do Senhor é a nossa força.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/So1oON_GtDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NFqVdaTggJg/s72-c/scrapeenet_20090805114221xQdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-303526862854268921</id><published>2009-08-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:24:27.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SospwhE7XJI/AAAAAAAAAxM/bylEnXjj3QA/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SospwhE7XJI/AAAAAAAAAxM/bylEnXjj3QA/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371432894058945682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEM VÊ SEMPRE O LADO POSITIVO DAS COISAS CONSTRÓI UMA VIDA PLENA DE REALIZAÇÕES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Seicho-No-Ie prega o pensamento iluminador. Ensina que devemos sempre reconhecer o lado bom de coisas e fatos, porque &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nossa mente possui o misterioso poder de criar o que reconhece.&lt;/span&gt; Por isso, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quem reconhece coisas boas e positivas ao seu redor segue criando, cada vez mais, coisas boas e maravilhosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro Sarariman no Seishin Eisei(5) – Seicho Taniguchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sni.org.br/preceito2009/preceito.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-303526862854268921?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/303526862854268921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=303526862854268921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/303526862854268921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/303526862854268921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras-de-luz.html' title='Palavras de luz'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SospwhE7XJI/AAAAAAAAAxM/bylEnXjj3QA/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6203749677552406425</id><published>2009-08-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:21:08.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua ideia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Snr02NAOZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Ly9YTNfUFKc/s1600-h/dinnerbradthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Snr02NAOZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Ly9YTNfUFKc/s320/dinnerbradthday+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871118006084994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Snr0xNarHNI/AAAAAAAAAvc/xs4vzdwd2y8/s1600-h/dinnerbradthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Snr0xNarHNI/AAAAAAAAAvc/xs4vzdwd2y8/s320/dinnerbradthday+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871032217672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pura lâmina polida&lt;br /&gt;Lábio,leite, peito, mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nua ideia&lt;br /&gt;Pavão de plumagem branca&lt;br /&gt;Moça de risada franca&lt;br /&gt;Meia taça de champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha seta&lt;br /&gt;Atravessa o meu amado&lt;br /&gt;Linha reta&lt;br /&gt;Do real pro outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua nova&lt;br /&gt;Tudo agora recomeça&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está posto a prova&lt;br /&gt;Muda a luz e muda a cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua, lua&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina esta promessa&lt;br /&gt;Com tua vontade crua&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tua vontade crua&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caetaneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6203749677552406425?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6203749677552406425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6203749677552406425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6203749677552406425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6203749677552406425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/nua-ideia.html' title='Nua ideia'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Snr02NAOZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Ly9YTNfUFKc/s72-c/dinnerbradthday+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-487043710732733771</id><published>2009-08-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:12:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engasgada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SnmsQ6E5XnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w22uRZxNlxA/s1600-h/Le%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SnmsQ6E5XnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w22uRZxNlxA/s320/Le%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366509837456334450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Minha alma requer imersão.&lt;br /&gt; Paciência, doçura e furor.&lt;br /&gt; É a sua temperatura que me apraz.&lt;br /&gt; E desfaz todas as neblinas do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt; Fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt; Quando me doei esqueci de dizer&lt;br /&gt; Que pra me amar tem que ser por completo&lt;br /&gt; Deduzindo sua compreensão.&lt;br /&gt; Mas vale o alerta:&lt;br /&gt; Perfeita ou incorreta,&lt;br /&gt; Sou mulher de um homem Sol!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiado do Blog&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Exercite sua vida&lt;/span&gt;, que copiou do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ocaso do acaso&lt;/span&gt;. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-487043710732733771?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/487043710732733771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=487043710732733771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/487043710732733771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/487043710732733771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/engasgada.html' title='Engasgada'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SnmsQ6E5XnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w22uRZxNlxA/s72-c/Le%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4701524603198898418</id><published>2009-08-03T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:15:03.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao MOMA Museu de Arte Moderna de NY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndTNWz-WOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/a64Jv671tZs/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndTNWz-WOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/a64Jv671tZs/s320/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365848969962215650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndTDiBnnrI/AAAAAAAAAus/OIQ6aLQ63AY/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndTDiBnnrI/AAAAAAAAAus/OIQ6aLQ63AY/s320/103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365848801173544626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-4701524603198898418?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4701524603198898418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4701524603198898418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4701524603198898418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4701524603198898418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/visita-ao-moma-museu-de-arte-moderna-de.html' title='Visita ao MOMA Museu de Arte Moderna de NY.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndTNWz-WOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/a64Jv671tZs/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5134358584815714955</id><published>2009-08-03T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:00:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza Humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndBwFQ5s_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/iU8VZlvI24E/s1600-h/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndBwFQ5s_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/iU8VZlvI24E/s320/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365829775337829362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminhava com mais dois amigos pelas ruas de New York. De repente, no meio da conversa banal, os dois começaram a discutir e quase se atracaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, já com os ânimos serenados, nos sentamos em um bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um deles pediu desculpas ao outro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tenho reparado que é muito mais fácil ferir pessoas que estão próximas”, disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se você fosse estranho, eu teria me controlado muito mais. Entretanto, justamente pelo fato de sermos amigos, e de me entender melhor que ninguém, eu terminei sendo muito mais agressivo. Esta é a natureza humana”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esta seja a natureza humana. Mas vamos lutar contra isto. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Não devemos deixar que o amor seja uma desculpa para fazer tudo que temos vontade. São justamente com as pessoas próximas que devemos ser mais cuidadosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro post de Paulo Coelho. 'E indispensavel pensarmos duas vezes &lt;br /&gt;antes de proferir palavras ruins para alguem que amamos muito. Pode ser dificil no momento em que nos encontramos raivosos , mas mais dificil ainda e fazer com que a pessoa amada esqueca o que ouviu. Isso faz parte da natureza humana, mas nao deixemos que faca parte do nosso dia-a-dia, da nossa vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5134358584815714955?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5134358584815714955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5134358584815714955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5134358584815714955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5134358584815714955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/natureza-humana.html' title='Natureza Humana'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SndBwFQ5s_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/iU8VZlvI24E/s72-c/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8352613879289820517</id><published>2009-07-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:30:33.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR DE DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sm3ICuXj9iI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mDEWmi6ASR4/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sm3ICuXj9iI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mDEWmi6ASR4/s320/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162680400279074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus disse: “Meu amor é mais forte”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz do Amor dissipa as trevas da culpa, nos mantêm firmes.  Faz com que aceitemos o Amor de Deus por nós, nos mostra nosso amor por nós mesmos e nos obriga a procurar o amor do próximo. Mesmo com medo da rejeição, dos olhares severos, da dureza do coração de alguns – faz com que jamais desistamos de procurar o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estamos sós. O mundo se transforma, e nós somos parte desta transformação. Os anjos nos guiam e nos protegem. Apesar de todas as injustiças, apesar de coisas que não merecemos acontecerem conosco, apesar de nos sentirmos incapazes de mudar o que está errado na gente e no mundo, o Amor ainda é mais forte, e nos ajudará a crescer.E só então seremos capazes de entender estrelas, anjos e milagres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8352613879289820517?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8352613879289820517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8352613879289820517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8352613879289820517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8352613879289820517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-de-deus.html' title='AMOR DE DEUS'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sm3ICuXj9iI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mDEWmi6ASR4/s72-c/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4350922926998629149</id><published>2009-07-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:54:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma brilha aos 50 anos de carreira, outra se apaga aos 50 anos de idade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SltaoI0yWRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gwpr7t8RstQ/s1600-h/roberto+carlos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Fiquei super animada quando soube que ia passar, e fui logo ver se poderia asistir ao vivo pela internet. Conseguimos graças ao site que Marquinhos nos enviou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Ao asistir o rei , entre tantas emocoes que eu sentía a cada cançao, comecei a lembrar e associar os 50 anos de carreira dele com o tempo de vida (e quase de carreira também) de outro rei: de Michael Jackson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Comecei a lembrar do dia em que eu soube que ele tinha partido. Estavamos chegando em casa, quando o silencio da noite foi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;interrompido por Billie Jean na maior altura, era o som de outro carro que passava. Bastou ouvir um pouquinho desse som para vir aquela vontade de dançar e gritar Michael! Mas a gente nem sabia da noticia que estava por vir. Quando entramos, Alice, a dona da casa, falou algo para Brad, e eu nem prestava atençao por estar trocando de roupa, ainda sob o efeito de Billie Jean na cabeça. Foi quando ouvi meu amor falando:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Oh no! – Karina, voce ouviu isso? – e eu respondi com outra pregunta quando ele me disse a triste novidade… Michael Jackson morreu! – Meu Deus, logo entendi o porque que o som do carro ao tocar Billie Jean estava tao alto, foi num tom de homenagem, de despedida talvez, alguem gritando que ele nao morreu, nunca morrera. Silvia me falou que parece marketing, ela tem razao, eu logo imaginei ele na nova turne comecando o show com a introducao de Thriller, saindo de um daqueles caixoes do cemiterio, juntando-se aos dancarinos e dando aquele show de sempre. Ele sonhava viver na terra do nunca, para nunca crescer, será que era porque pensava que um dia poderia ficar igual ao seu pai? Por isso tantas plásticas, tantas mutacoes, tanta fuga da realidade com tantos remedios? O que será que ele perdeu na infancia que quería resgatar depois de crescido? E por que nao conseguiu alcancar o objetivo? Espero ter podido alcancar agora, la em cima, perto das estrelas que nunca se apagam, que possa voar como nos seus sonhos de Peter Pan, que possa ter encontrado, finalmente, a paz. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Ah, e continuando a comparacao com o outro rei, Roberto Carlos, sao 50 anos de carreira, 50 anos de love songs, na época da ditadura, enquanto outros usavam a inteligencia para compor musicas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de protesto, ele usava a dele para compor cancoes de amor, tema que sempre toca o coracao da gente. Alguns falam que ele se aproveitou, que foi proposital, mas e dai? O que ele fez foi sucesso, se nao fosse, ele nao estaria ainda depois de 50 anos, nos causando tantas emocoes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-4350922926998629149?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4350922926998629149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4350922926998629149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4350922926998629149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4350922926998629149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-brilha-aos-50-anos-de-carreira.html' title='Uma brilha aos 50 anos de carreira, outra se apaga aos 50 anos de idade.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SltaoI0yWRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gwpr7t8RstQ/s72-c/roberto+carlos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1746826783627603089</id><published>2009-07-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:37:18.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiras palavras sobre os primeiros dias longe do Brasil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SlT0XhMnqGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/igg8VJzrQ5Q/s1600-h/brasil_bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SlT0XhMnqGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/igg8VJzrQ5Q/s320/brasil_bandeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356174541735831650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Ok, gente, fez duas semanas que estou aqui nos EUA, na cidade de New Haven,  em Connecticut. Pois e, nao liguem a falta de acento nas palavras, mas e porque, como vcs ja devem saber,  in English as palavras nao sao acentuadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois do encantamento (apesar de ainda estar encantada com muitas coisas daqui), vem a realidade. O cenario e a historia de amor que estou vivendo pode ter cara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de conto de fadas, mas e tudo real. Inclusive a existencia dos dragoes contra os quais a cada dia estou (estamos) lutando, ate mesmo contra aqueles que so existem na minha mente, e esses geralmente,  possuem sete cabecas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;     Bem, logo na primeira semana fui almocar com os colegas de trabalho de Brad, que eu so conhecia por tanto ele falar. E eles tambem, ja pareciam me conhecer de tanto Brad falar de mim. Conversas in English a parte, houve momentos em que a cara de paisagem me caiu muito bem. Entre sorrisos e gestos tentava participar, quando na verdade, nao estava entendendo nada ( ! ) A nao ser quando alguns deles dirigiam a palavra a mim e falavam devagar, slowlemente, ai sim, dava pra entender e tambem responder in English Enferrujado mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ah esqueci de dizer que este almoco foi num restaurante arabe, achei a comida saborosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dias depois Brad me surpreendeu com uma aula de danca de salao, e no dia, o ritmo foi tango! Acredita que a gente chegou a arriscar uns passinhos desse ritmo argentino? Pois e, o professor era muito engracado, alto astral, quando eu nao estava entendendo ele arriscava umas palavras em espanhol, no final acabava entendendo tambem pela linguagem corporal. Os outros alunos tambem eram gente fina. Foi divertido, acima de tudo, e ate me divertindo me estressava quando errava os passos e queria que Brad seguisse os meus. Aprendi que assim como acertar os passos na danca exige um trabalho diario, acertar os passos no relacionamento tambem exige. E se os dois nao estiverem dispostos a entrar juntos num ritmo adequado, a danca nao vai ser nada harmoniosa. Sao dois pra la, dois pra ca, enquanto um cede de um lado, o outro cede de outro, um erra de um lado, o outro compreende de outro, e assim cada casal vai dando o seu show neste tao bonito palco chamado vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       E por falar em palco, esse mes aqui e verao, e para celebrar a estacao, a prefeitura fez um festival no parque da cidade. Eu nao tive Sao Joao esse ano, pois estou longe do pais do forro, mas em compensacao, o show que fomos no festival foi de uma banda que tocava salsa, e depois uma banda africana. Foi bom, fizemos um piquenique no parque, brindamos com uma garrafa champagne que estava esperando a minha chegada, e depois dancamos salsa e reggae. Cada figura espalhada pelo parque, tanta gente diferente, meu Deus, quanta criatividade hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nao posso esquecer de um dia de domingo em que fomos ver o jogo do Brasil X EUA num bar irlandes. No primeiro tempo, todos os americanos estavam numa alegria so, tantos gritos, percebi ate que alguns estavam sem acreditar, menos Brad que a todo momento falava de uma possivel virada. E ele acertou! Tao bom ouvir o silencio no bar no segundo tempo! " Tao bom" assim, entre aspas, porque foi bom ver aqueles caras calarem a boca ao ver os gols do Brasil, mas foi estranho nao ouvir nenhum grito dos brasileiros, nem mesmo aquela euforia de Galvao Bueno que as vezes exagera, estranho demais assistir aos gols suados do Brasil , a bola entrar na rede depois de um chute de um daqueles jogadores e so ouvir a sua voz, so existiam ali duas pessoas comemorando e bebemorando tambem: Eu e Brad. Senti um pouco do que alguns jogadores fazem quando mandam a torcida adversaria calar a boca, fiz isso no bar ao ouvir o dono falando: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate Brazil, &lt;/span&gt;de puro despeito. Ah como e gostoso o sabor da vitoria, gosto de cerveja irlandesa. Os americanos ficaram a espera de um milagre... esqueceram que quem ri por ultimo, ri melhor, e o melhor: que Deus e brasileiro. Esse domingo foi bom demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Vou acabar esse post por aqui, com chave de ouro, nos proximos escrevo sobre mais aventuras deste casal louco aqui na terra do tio Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse titulo: Primeiras palavras sobre os primeiros dias longe do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Sao os prmeiros dias longe de vcs: familia que amo, amigos preciosos...&lt;br /&gt;Vi uma frase de Machado de Assis que fala sobre a distancia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A distancia e como o vento. Apaga as velas e acende grandes fogueiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1746826783627603089?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1746826783627603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1746826783627603089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1746826783627603089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1746826783627603089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/primeiras-palavras-sobre-os-primeiros.html' title='Primeiras palavras sobre os primeiros dias longe do Brasil.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SlT0XhMnqGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/igg8VJzrQ5Q/s72-c/brasil_bandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-541148638724108418</id><published>2009-06-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:12:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SkEM7CL14QI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDxifoN2ZgI/s1600-h/labirinto.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350572040631214338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SkEM7CL14QI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDxifoN2ZgI/s320/labirinto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quando menos esperamos, a vida coloca diante de nós um desafio para testar nossa coragem e nossa vontade de mudança: neste momento, não adianta fingir que ainda não estamos prontos.O desafio não espera. A vida não olha para trás."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.g1.com.br/paulocoelho"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Retirado do blog exercitesuavida.blogspot.com) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo a ver com o que estou passando agora. Cada dia, um desafio; e a cada desafio vencido, uma nova maneira de encarar a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-541148638724108418?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/541148638724108418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=541148638724108418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/541148638724108418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/541148638724108418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-menos-esperamos-vida-coloca.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SkEM7CL14QI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDxifoN2ZgI/s72-c/labirinto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2309133256523729723</id><published>2009-06-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:52:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Ilustradas - Blog que amo e recomendooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SjGmDnV0HdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bkERIbt0oWo/s1600-h/frasesilustradas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346236813695786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SjGmDnV0HdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bkERIbt0oWo/s320/frasesilustradas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Contos de Fada são a pura verdade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não porque contam que dragões existem, mas porque nos contam que eles podem ser vencidos." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G.K. Chesterton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2309133256523729723?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2309133256523729723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2309133256523729723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2309133256523729723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2309133256523729723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/frases-ilustradas-blog-que-amo-e.html' title='Frases Ilustradas - Blog que amo e recomendooo!'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SjGmDnV0HdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bkERIbt0oWo/s72-c/frasesilustradas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8044238149440712621</id><published>2009-04-15T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:41:42.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeXVxb6co4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7n_m3ouWXyw/s1600-h/Lago_caracarana_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324897179718689666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeXVxb6co4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7n_m3ouWXyw/s320/Lago_caracarana_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O velho Mestre pediu a um jovem triste que colocasse uma mão cheia de sal em um copo d'água e bebesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Qual é o gosto? - perguntou o Mestre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ruim - disse o aprendiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mestre sorriu e pediu ao jovem que pegasse outra mão cheia de sal e levasse a um lago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dois caminharam em silêncio e o jovem jogou o sal no lago, então o velho disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Beba um pouco dessa água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto a água escorria do queixo do jovem, o Mestre perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Qual é o gosto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bom! - disse o rapaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Você sente gosto do sal? - perguntou o Mestre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não - disse o jovem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mestre então sentou ao lado do jovem, pegou sua mão e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;A dor na vida de uma pessoa não muda&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas &lt;strong&gt;o sabor da dor depende de onde a colocamos&lt;/strong&gt;. Então quando você sentir dor, a única coisa que você deve fazer é aumentar o sentido das coisas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deixe de ser um copo.Torne-se um lago... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confúcio&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/25335302-8044238149440712621?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8044238149440712621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8044238149440712621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8044238149440712621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8044238149440712621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-lago.html' title='O lago'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeXVxb6co4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7n_m3ouWXyw/s72-c/Lago_caracarana_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5412694428745918040</id><published>2009-04-13T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:58:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeOJrYJnnAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Cq7OJNjaM44/s1600-h/escrever_carta-749929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250562792233986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeOJrYJnnAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Cq7OJNjaM44/s320/escrever_carta-749929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada toque no teclado do computador, a cada palavra escrita, a cada mensagem enviada, fica a esperança de que o tempo passe cada vez mais rápido, e que chegue o dia do nosso reencontro, ultrapassando cada um dos obstáculos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5412694428745918040?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeOJrYJnnAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Cq7OJNjaM44/s72-c/escrever_carta-749929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3781371268673516017</id><published>2009-03-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:19:38.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Scp1qF-HDcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFA-KvHGc18/s1600-h/palhaco-7434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317191676081933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Scp1qF-HDcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFA-KvHGc18/s320/palhaco-7434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Como é belo sermos trapezistas nesse circo em que a vida se transforma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes estamos na corda bamba, às vezes fazemos papel de palhaços, às vezes rimos dos outros palhaços, outras vezes rimos de nós mesmos - e ainda muitas outras vezes enfrentamos as feras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas vivemos sempre lá em cima, trapezistas da nossa própria existência, bailarinos da nossa própria esperança.Muitas vezes tiramos até as redes de proteção para que o risco seja maior que o riso, para que nossos saltos sejam mais emocionantes e mais altos, para que a aventura seja ainda mais perfeita e mais profunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se um dia nós voarmos de encontro ao chão, isso não terá nenhuma importância maior, porque também viveremos a emoção da própria queda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem cai por amor à vida, cai sempre para cima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em nome da vertigem, toda queda tem poesia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Edson Marques, do blog &lt;a href="http://mude.blogspot.com/"&gt;MUDE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3781371268673516017?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3781371268673516017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3781371268673516017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3781371268673516017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3781371268673516017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-e-belo-sermos-trapezistas-nesse.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Scp1qF-HDcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JFA-KvHGc18/s72-c/palhaco-7434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2289506311101994094</id><published>2009-03-11T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:37:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sbe9Q7TGVuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wNS92y3yYH4/s1600-h/Portada_e_Sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311922384000145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sbe9Q7TGVuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wNS92y3yYH4/s320/Portada_e_Sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sbe2K3dwk-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qLm06eDEMXg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tal...Abrir a porta do dia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrar sem pedir licença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem parar pra pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar em nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal...Ficar sorrindo à toa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrir pra qualquer pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andar sem rumo na rua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra viver e pra ver não é preciso muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção a lição está em cada gesto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá no mar, tá no ar, no brilho dos seus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não quero tudo de uma vez, não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só tenho um simples desejo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal...Ficar sorrindo à toa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrir pra qualquer pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andar sem rumo na rua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra viver e pra ver não é preciso muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção a lição está em cada gesto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá no mar, tá no ar, no brilho dos seus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não quero tudo de uma vez, não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só tenho um simples desejo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu só quero que o dia termine bem!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simples assim &lt;/em&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música de Luciana Melo.&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/25335302-2289506311101994094?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2289506311101994094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2289506311101994094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2289506311101994094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2289506311101994094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/03/simples-desejo.html' title='Simples desejo'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Sbe9Q7TGVuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wNS92y3yYH4/s72-c/Portada_e_Sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5834235450679474680</id><published>2009-03-04T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:16:43.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"...Enquanto isso a vida passa do meu lado, despreocupada, consciente de que tudo tem sua hora pra acontecer. E pra terminar também.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe que não há mal que dure pra sempre e nem bem que nunca tenha fim. Que o destino já “cronometrou” cada cair de folha do futuro e que não adianta nem tentar discutir com as suas leis imutáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero saber de nada disso. Não quero admitir que a solução dos meus problemas possa depender de fatos aleatórios, incontroláveis por mim. Não quero delegar todo esse poder a não sei quem, nem quando e nem como.&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso. Porque é assim que a vida funciona. E ela não se importa nem um pouco se eu gosto ou não do seu método caótico de conduzir as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja essa a graça de tudo. O imprevisto.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja essa a maior lição que eu tenha que aprender. O acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja isso seja humildade. Aceitar que nem tudo pode ser controlado e que o meu poder diante do girar do mundo é ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;Na marra, estou aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou me permitindo me atrasar, faltar, escolher, relaxar. Principalmente estou aprendendo a confiar no invisível.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando não me preocupar tanto e nem me cobrar tanto. Por mais que às vezes não pareça, sou humana também e tenho direito a fraquezas, a me perder, a não conseguir. Tenho direito a depender dos outros e do improvável.&lt;br /&gt;Logo cada um dos problemas se soluciona. Talvez até sozinhos. Aí a minha vaidade vai ter que engolir essa derrota pro desconhecido. Vai ser até engraçado vê-la encolher os ombros e baixar a crista. Ela precisa aprender essa lição, assim como eu.&lt;br /&gt;E quando o temporal passar e &lt;strong&gt;eu estiver convencida de que calma e paciência são virtudes&lt;/strong&gt;, vou ter outros olhos pra apreciar a bonança. E vou aprender a usá-las pra quando as coisas boas estiverem acontecendo também. Vou ter calma pra aproveitar cada momento feliz e paciência pra esperar o que de bom a vida ainda vai me oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, me resta fazer o que é possível. Só o que é possível, nem um pouquinho a mais."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Segue o teu destino...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rega as tuas plantas; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ama as tuas rosas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O resto... é a sombra de árvores alheias."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes textos pertencem a Maria Caroline do Blog Amenidades, segue o link: &lt;a href="http://amenidadespormariacaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://amenidadespormariacaroline.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrível como me identifiquei com ele... por isso o coloquei aqui. Na verdade, estou ainda a procura de palavras que sirvam para descrever o momento que estou passando. Enquanto elas não aparecem, vou lendo outras, colhendo em árvores alheias, frutas que não são minhas, mas que  traduzem docemente os meus sentimentos. Chegará o dia em que eu não vou mais colher em outros blogs o que se passa em minha cabeça. Agora, quando chegará esse dia, eu não sei... talvez hoje, amanhã, ano que vem, quem sabe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5834235450679474680?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5834235450679474680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5834235450679474680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5834235450679474680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5834235450679474680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1838012576268027231</id><published>2009-02-13T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:25:03.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugares proibidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SZV0nATJoeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5lR-6kFCSQk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302272349742670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SZV0nATJoeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5lR-6kFCSQk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto do claro quando é claro que você me ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto do escuro no escuro com você na cama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto do não se você diz não viver sem mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto de tudo, tudo que traz você aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto do nada, nada que te leve para longe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo a demora sempre que o nosso beijo é longo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro a pressa quando sinto Sua pressa em vir me amar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venero a saudade quando ela está pra terminar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, com você já, já... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mande um buquê de rosas, rosa ou salmão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versos e beijos e o seu nome no cartão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me leve café na cama amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu finjo que não esperava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de fazer amor fora de hora &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lugares proibidos com você na estrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro surpresas sem data&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chega mais cedo amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu finjo que não esperava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto da falta quando falta mais juízo em nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de telefone, se do outro lado é a sua voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro a pressa quando sinto Sua pressa em vir me amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venero a saudade quando ela está pra terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby com você chegando já já...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Helena Elis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escutei essa música agora, enquanto estava tentando escrever um texto (trabalhar). Parei na hora, fiquei sem ideia, sem palavras... vai ver que é por ela ser assim tão linda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E também porque estou sem você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltando ao trabalhooo/ à terapia anti-saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1838012576268027231?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1838012576268027231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1838012576268027231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1838012576268027231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1838012576268027231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/02/lugares-proibidos.html' title='Lugares proibidos'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SZV0nATJoeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5lR-6kFCSQk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2267613571176448471</id><published>2008-12-02T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:04:27.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A alegria na tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/STWGh4GVfGI/AAAAAAAAARc/TYKa6ppbZvY/s1600-h/snoopy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275270455087168610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/STWGh4GVfGI/AAAAAAAAARc/TYKa6ppbZvY/s320/snoopy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A gente pode entristecer-se por vários motivos ou por nenhum motivo aparente, a tristeza pode ser &lt;strong&gt;por nós mesmos ou pelas dores do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;, pode advir de &lt;strong&gt;uma palavra&lt;/strong&gt; ou de &lt;strong&gt;um gesto&lt;/strong&gt;, mas que ela sempre aparece e &lt;strong&gt;devemos nos aprontar para recebê-la&lt;/strong&gt;, porque &lt;strong&gt;existe uma alegria inesperada na tristeza,&lt;/strong&gt; que vem do fato de ainda conseguirmos senti-la.Pode parecer confuso mas é um alento. Olhe para o lado: estamos vivendo numa era em que pessoas matam em briga de trânsito, matam por um boné, matam para se divertir. Além disso, as pessoas estão sem dinheiro. Quem tem emprego, segura. Quem não tem, procura. Os que possuem um amor desconfiam até da própria sombra, já que há muita oferta de sexo no mercado. E a gente corre pra caramba, é escravo do relógio, não consegue mais ficar deitado numa rede, lendo um livro, ouvindo música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há tanta coisa pra fazer que resta pouco tempo pra sentir&lt;/strong&gt;.Por isso, qualquer sentimento é bem-vindo, mesmo que não seja uma euforia, um gozo, um entusiasmo, mesmo que seja uma melancolia. &lt;strong&gt;Sentir é um verbo que se conjuga para dentro&lt;/strong&gt;, ao contrário do fazer, que é conjugado pra fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir alimenta, sentir ensina, sentir aquieta&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazer é muito barulhento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir é um retiro, fazer é uma festa&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sentir não pode ser escutado, apenas auscultado&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sentir e fazer, ambos são necessários, mas só o fazer rende grana, contatos, diplomas, convites, aquisições. Até parece que sentir não serve para subir na vida.Uma pessoa triste é evitada. Não cabe no mundo da propaganda dos cremes dentais, dos pagodes, dos carnavais. Tristeza parece praga, lepra, doença contagiosa, um estacionamento proibido. Ok, tristeza não faz realmente bem pra saúde, mas a &lt;strong&gt;introspecção é um recuo providencial&lt;/strong&gt;, pois &lt;strong&gt;é quando silenciamos que melhor conversamos com nossos botões.&lt;/strong&gt; E &lt;strong&gt;dessa conversa sai luz, lições, sinais&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;e a tristeza acaba saindo também, dando espaço para uma alegria nova e revitalizada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Triste é não sentir nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;Martha Medeiros&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/25335302-2267613571176448471?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2267613571176448471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2267613571176448471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2267613571176448471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2267613571176448471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/12/alegria-na-tristeza.html' title='A alegria na tristeza'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/STWGh4GVfGI/AAAAAAAAARc/TYKa6ppbZvY/s72-c/snoopy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5731079720577091060</id><published>2008-10-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:02:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Além da terra, além do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SOTUPrQrjSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0fWazZe3g8w/s1600-h/coracao-de-furacao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556431196654882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SOTUPrQrjSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0fWazZe3g8w/s320/coracao-de-furacao.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além da Terra, além do Céu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no trampolim do sem-fim das estrelas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no rastro dos astros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na magnólia das nebulosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além, muito além do sistema solar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até onde alcançam o pensamento e o coração, vamos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos conjugar o verbo fundamental essencial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o verbo transcendente,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;acima das gramáticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e do medo e da moeda e da política, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o verbo&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sempreamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o verbo &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pluriamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;razão de&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drummond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5731079720577091060?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5731079720577091060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5731079720577091060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5731079720577091060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5731079720577091060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/10/alm-da-terra-alm-do-cu.html' title='Além da terra, além do céu'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SOTUPrQrjSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0fWazZe3g8w/s72-c/coracao-de-furacao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2939590029005002554</id><published>2008-09-01T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:19:51.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando entrar setembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SLvc0edxECI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYVq1Bdk0AA/s1600-h/selo__primavera_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241025385464926242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SLvc0edxECI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYVq1Bdk0AA/s320/selo__primavera_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sol de Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando entrar setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E a boa nova andar nos campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero ver brotar o perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde a gente plantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juntos outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já sonhamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                      Semeando as canções no vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                        Quero ver crescer nossa voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                              No que falta sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já choramos muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muitos se perderam no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo assim não custa inventar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma nova canção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que venha nos trazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sol de primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abre as janelas do meu peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lição sabemos de cor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só nos resta aprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já choramos muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muitos se perderam no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo assim não custa inventar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma nova canção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Que venha trazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sol de primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Abre as janelas do meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A lição sabemos de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Só nos resta aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beto guedes e Ronaldo Bastos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2939590029005002554?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2939590029005002554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2939590029005002554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2939590029005002554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2939590029005002554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-entrar-setembro.html' title='Quando entrar setembro...'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SLvc0edxECI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYVq1Bdk0AA/s72-c/selo__primavera_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8569797287823653366</id><published>2008-06-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:49:10.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Saudade assim faz doer e amarga que nem jiló, mas ninguém pode dizer que me viu triste a chorar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SFQDN8h6aEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JXDz32N7b50/s1600-h/bandeirolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211794206896056386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SFQDN8h6aEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JXDz32N7b50/s320/bandeirolas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, Karina... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mês de junho já chegou! Será que você ainda não percebeu?? Não viu as bandeirolas enfeitando as ruas? E onde está aquela alegria que elas costumavam despertar em você? Estava me perguntando isso, quando estava justamente passando por uma rua que fica perto da agência que trabalho. O vento balançando as bandeirolas provocam um barulhinho tão bom... de chuva, e dá um friozinho na barriga. ... ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São tantas preocupações, frustrações, situações brochantes do dia-a-dia, que você só foi perceber hoje que está no "País do forró" né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é inacreditável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso negar o que sinto quando ouço o som de uma sanfona, um forró pé de serra, e também essas bandas novas, que confesso também gostar de algumas músicas. Eu gosto de São João sim. Gosto do cheiro de pólvora no ar, das comidas típicas, de ficar olhando a fogueira queimar, de tomar licor, lembrar de quando meu avô Paulo era vivo e gostava de ver os netos brincando com bombinhas, assando milho, nossa, que saudade daquela época. Lembro também das quadrilhas que dancei na infância, quando estudava no colégio Tiradentes, de quando deixei de dançar também: um certo dia, no ensaio de uma quadrilha, o meu par, lembro até o nome dele ( ! ), queria dançar de um jeito diferente dos outros. Eu pedi para ele parar e ele continuou... então falei para a professora que não ia mais dançar. O meu par estava muito avançadinho para a época kkkkkkkele já dançava como o forró é hoje ( ! ) ainda bem que isso não me causou traumas, isso não ;-) Isso só deve ter no máximo me impedido de dançar quadrilha outra vez, mas forró não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje começa o Forró caju no mercado, mas estou com uma vontade de ir para o Arraiá do povo na orla, a programação está melhor. Tem Xotebaião, oh coisa boa! Mesmo sem o meu amor, mesmo morrendo de saudade... vou dançar mesmo sozinha, "sozinha", no país do forró, mas com o pensamento e o coração em oooutro país. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8569797287823653366?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8569797287823653366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8569797287823653366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8569797287823653366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8569797287823653366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/06/saudade-assim-faz-doer-e-amarga-que-nem.html' title='&quot;...Saudade assim faz doer e amarga que nem jiló, mas ninguém pode dizer que me viu triste a chorar...&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>kaikanou@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16632121331357898046'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SFQDN8h6aEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JXDz32N7b50/s72-c/bandeirolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>