<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:15:34.111-08:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-106685823388538356</id><published>2012-01-21T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:41:04.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aracaju, I love you.</title><content type='html'>Sol, sorrisos, cores , sabores, amores, amigos... felicidade em todos os sentidos!&lt;br /&gt;tão bom estar no meu país, melhor ainda estar na minha cidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que passo por aqui é bálsamo. Retiro daqui todo o ar que preciso para sobreviver fora do meu habitat. Onde as vezes me sinto um peixe fora d'água.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro o quanto a simplicidade é encantadora, traz alegria de verdade, traz inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aracaju, meu coração me levou pra longe, mas você nunca vai deixar de morar dentro dele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-106685823388538356?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/106685823388538356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=106685823388538356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/106685823388538356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/106685823388538356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2012/01/aracaju-i-love-you.html' title='Aracaju, I love you.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8282714580703196852</id><published>2011-11-20T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:14:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor esta no ar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5HREuhEjeY/TsmX6mNguHI/AAAAAAAABGE/1zO9l-JhhQY/s1600/IMG_6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5HREuhEjeY/TsmX6mNguHI/AAAAAAAABGE/1zO9l-JhhQY/s320/IMG_6559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677235838222645362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irmaos sao pedacos de nos. A gente se ve neles, mesmo as vezes sem querer enxergar isso. Sao como espelhos, nao mentem, nao conseguem mentir p nos, pq somos parte deles e no fundo, sempre sabemos a verdade, mesmo qnd nao dita. Eles leem nos nossos olhos, conhecem o nosso melhor sorriso, aquela risada que so damos na presenca deles. Sentem qnd estamos tristes, respeitam nossa vontade de nao querer dizer, espera a hora certa para perguntar. Mesmo qndo nao perguntam, ja sabem a resposta, e de repente, mudam completamente o cenario, seja com uma palavra, uma atitude, uma cancao... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos, brigas, admiracao, orgulho... saber ouvir, dividir, p multiplicar a alegria.&lt;br /&gt; Mais nova, mais velha, nao importa a idade. Mudamos de papeis conforme a situacao, irmas amigas de coracao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A idade nao existe, o tempo nao existe... ate a distancia deixa de existir, qnd a gnt deixa o amor guiar as nossas vidas. Qnd a gente deixa Deus, nosso Pai, tomar conta de nos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8282714580703196852?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8282714580703196852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8282714580703196852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8282714580703196852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8282714580703196852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/11/irmaos-sao-pedacos-de-nos.html' title='O amor esta no ar.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5HREuhEjeY/TsmX6mNguHI/AAAAAAAABGE/1zO9l-JhhQY/s72-c/IMG_6559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5533035844685777265</id><published>2011-10-07T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T07:42:48.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Falar é complicado, quero uma canção fácil, extremamente fácil. Pra você, e eu e todo mundo cantar junto."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puXLALVFzBk/TpGybTqS8tI/AAAAAAAABF8/iWgzbBcCsnE/s1600/musicas-romanticas-internacionais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puXLALVFzBk/TpGybTqS8tI/AAAAAAAABF8/iWgzbBcCsnE/s320/musicas-romanticas-internacionais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661502388785312466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe o quanto sou timida... as vzs n gosto de falar em minha propria lingua, imagine ter que falar em outra. Ao falar ingles, sempre vem uma cancao na mente. Talvez por ainda nao ter praticado muito a fala, talvez por gostar tanto das musicas nessa lingua, as melodias... talvez pelas duas razoes. Essa semana me arrisquei a participar de uma aula diferente. Fiz aula de canto. Foi uma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Englishperiencia&lt;/span&gt; muito boa. Percebi que sim, da para entender mais do que imaginei, meu listening esta melhorando, tomei coragem para falar sem medo de errar. Vi que ao me pronunciar primeiro, as palavras fluem melhor, mesmo nervosa, a forca que elas tem qnd querem sair de mim, mesmo em outra lingua, e incrivel. Nao, nao pude entender tudo da aula, mas pude cantar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;dos Beatles, aprendi como foi que Paul a compos, pude entregar o CD de Alice Nou ao professor e dizer que ela e uma cantora talentosa, e que esta chegando ( ! ). Pude aprender alguns truques de respiracao para fazer enqnto canto no banheiro, no videoke que tanto gosto, e tb qnd canto para meu pequeno grande Miguel. Outra linda parte dessa experiencia foi qnd todos cantamos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imagine &lt;/span&gt;de John Lennon. Pessoas que nunca tinham se visto, mas que naquele momento, ao cantar, se tornaram tao proximas, unidas pela musica, unidas pela emocao que ela nos transmite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5533035844685777265?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5533035844685777265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5533035844685777265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5533035844685777265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5533035844685777265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/10/falar-e-complicado-quero-uma-cancao.html' title='&quot;Falar é complicado, quero uma canção fácil, extremamente fácil. Pra você, e eu e todo mundo cantar junto.&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puXLALVFzBk/TpGybTqS8tI/AAAAAAAABF8/iWgzbBcCsnE/s72-c/musicas-romanticas-internacionais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3336607341188966646</id><published>2011-09-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:17:47.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iLoYTfH9Z8/ToNWrpH9lMI/AAAAAAAABF0/Q3U_jzjGi2s/s1600/A%2Balegria%2Binfantil%2Be%2Bfolhas%2Bde%2BOUTONO%2B%2521%2521%2521.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iLoYTfH9Z8/ToNWrpH9lMI/AAAAAAAABF0/Q3U_jzjGi2s/s320/A%2Balegria%2Binfantil%2Be%2Bfolhas%2Bde%2BOUTONO%2B%2521%2521%2521.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657460864681088194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pela janela e vejo uma chuva de folhas, chuva de cores...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, chegou o outono. &lt;br /&gt;As arvores vao perdendo pouco a pouco as suas folhas, e nos vamos ganhando um espetaculo lindo de se ver. Bonitas cenas, bonitos quadros. Obras de arte oferecidas a cada dia pelo nosso grande criador. Este outono vai ser ainda mais lindo com a presenca de Alice, que no cair das folhas, vai levantar o nosso astral. E esquentar os primeiros dias do nosso inverno. Ainda nem acredito que vou ter minha irma aqui perto, isso me parecia muito distante. Hoje li uma frase: "Nada é muito longe.Tudo depende do tamanho da vontade." Lembrei dela, de sua experiencia na entrevista para o consulado, sua fe, humildade, forca... nao vejo a hora de poder abraca-la e ver a reacao de Miguel Angelo ao ve-la, como minha amiga querida Lili falou: "fora do computador".&lt;br /&gt;A magia vai estar presente em cada momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3336607341188966646?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3336607341188966646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3336607341188966646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3336607341188966646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3336607341188966646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/09/olho-pela-janela-e-vejo-uma-chuva-de.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4iLoYTfH9Z8/ToNWrpH9lMI/AAAAAAAABF0/Q3U_jzjGi2s/s72-c/A%2Balegria%2Binfantil%2Be%2Bfolhas%2Bde%2BOUTONO%2B%2521%2521%2521.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3101635375208531727</id><published>2011-09-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:39:05.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXznegsiB2Y/TntysyXN0wI/AAAAAAAABFs/rIAQ1_fzpXo/s1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXznegsiB2Y/TntysyXN0wI/AAAAAAAABFs/rIAQ1_fzpXo/s320/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655239870852748034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ouvir a voz de voces me trouxe de volta os momentos em que eu tomava aquela cervejinha estupidamente gelada. Momentos em que eu abria o coracao e fechava os olhos ao ouvir cada cancao. Ouvir voces e despertar ainda mais em mim a vontade de estar perto. De estar chorando de tanto rir ou rindo depois de uma crise de choro. Uma ligacao e tantas lembrancas vem a tona. Conversas, discussoes, novidades, conselhos... nossos encontros sao assim, nunca queremos o fim.&lt;br /&gt;   Ouvir voces dizendo que sentem a minha falta nesses momentos me faz sentir falta de mim mesma. Sinto saudade do que sou quando estou com voces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nao tem um dia que a gente nao lembre, &lt;br /&gt;  nao tem um fim de semana que nao doa." &lt;br /&gt;                       (Silvane Dantas) 'E mesmo ne tia?... ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3101635375208531727?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3101635375208531727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3101635375208531727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3101635375208531727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3101635375208531727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ouvir-voz-de-voces-me-trouxe-de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXznegsiB2Y/TntysyXN0wI/AAAAAAAABFs/rIAQ1_fzpXo/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2453904589865970312</id><published>2011-09-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:40:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZoFvFHCkA/TnNTyJNApQI/AAAAAAAABFk/SMKktcowkuA/s1600/bad4cd394f0107d3a9daed5d7866da77ca9c1168.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZoFvFHCkA/TnNTyJNApQI/AAAAAAAABFk/SMKktcowkuA/s320/bad4cd394f0107d3a9daed5d7866da77ca9c1168.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652954078209156354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Muitas vezes, gostamos que tudo seja do nosso jeito e de acordo com o nosso padrão; quando as coisas fogem do nosso controle e da nossa maneira de pensar e agir, ficamos “desinstalados” e até mesmo agitados. Isso ocorre porque &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nos acostumados com a mesmice, a ponto de nos fecharmos ao novo&lt;/span&gt;: tanto no receber quanto no dar." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Volto as aulas de ingles (programa Second Language, Adult Education), volto a cada dia a um novo mundo. Colegas vindos de Bangladesh, Paquistao, Iraque, Japao, Italia, Equador, Mexico, Venezuela, enfim... pessoas de lugares tao diferentes, com um unico objetivo: aprender a se comunicar neste pais.&lt;br /&gt; Quando conversamos, estamos nos conhecendo e tambem praticando o ingles, ou seja, estamos realmente vivendo e aprendendo. &lt;br /&gt;  No caminho para escola, uma pequena surpresa. Ouvi alguem gritando atras de mim, era uma das colegas, a que veio de Bangladesh. Ela estava tambem com seu filhinho. Fez sinal para espera-la, esperei e fomos juntas para a escola. Conversamos sobre nossos paises, nossa familia, ... ao preguntar sobre o homework, achei uma gracinha quando ela disse que a filha dela de 10 anos a ajudou a fazer. Imaginei uma crianca ensinando a um adulto, a filha ajudando a mae a fazer o dever de casa. :) Os papeis se invertendo, uma licao de humildade, de amor. &lt;br /&gt;   Depois da aula, voltamos juntas. Completamente diferentes no jeito de se vestir, de viver... mas conversando, dividindo experiencias, provando por a mais b o que estamos cansados de saber, mas que as vezes esquecemos: somos todos iguais aos olhos do Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A lição sabemos de cor só nos resta aprender."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2453904589865970312?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2453904589865970312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2453904589865970312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2453904589865970312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2453904589865970312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/09/muitas-vezes-gostamos-que-tudo-seja-do.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZoFvFHCkA/TnNTyJNApQI/AAAAAAAABFk/SMKktcowkuA/s72-c/bad4cd394f0107d3a9daed5d7866da77ca9c1168.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5594706570286729308</id><published>2011-09-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:44:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHOtIyHsP-U/TnC1cEtWl1I/AAAAAAAABFc/DHnS8qwdJZM/s1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHOtIyHsP-U/TnC1cEtWl1I/AAAAAAAABFc/DHnS8qwdJZM/s320/school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652217026254903122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro dia de aula para mim, e primeiro dia de daycare para Miguel Angelo... saindo da sala de aula, ansiosa para saber como ele se comportou sem mim, num ambiente novo. Primeiro olho discretamente pela janelinha e o vejo brincando. Quando abro a porta, Debby (uma das tias), me diz que ele se comportou muito bem, e mais: a primeira crianca do daycare que nao chora em momento nenhum ( ! ) OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Quando me viu, veio ao meu encontro sorrindo, nos abracamos! Foi um abraco taao gostoso! Quando o coloquei no carrinho, ele disse Naa, naa, (nao) balancando a cabeca kkkkkkkkkk nao queria sair de la. Uma sensacao extraordinaria saber que ele se comportou tao bem, esta se tornando um homenzinho. E ao mesmo tempo, la dentro de mim: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vc nao sentiu nem um tiquinho de saudade da mamae?&lt;/span&gt;  humm... :) kkkkk sei que sentiu, mas do jeitinho dele. Vamos juntos em mais uma aventura, nossos dias na escola. Obrigada Senhor por este dia maravilhoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5594706570286729308?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5594706570286729308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5594706570286729308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5594706570286729308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5594706570286729308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/09/primeiro-dia-de-aula-para-mim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHOtIyHsP-U/TnC1cEtWl1I/AAAAAAAABFc/DHnS8qwdJZM/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3729719066003062885</id><published>2011-08-25T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:58:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca o poder da lembranca esteve tao presente na minha mente. &lt;br /&gt;Quando ela vem vem com tanta forca.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estou vivendo tudo de novo, vejo o que vi, sinto o que senti, e me vejo rindo, gargalhando, ou ate mesmo chorando.&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto o que isso quer dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso e o meu coracao querendo dizer muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz tanto...  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; distancia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3729719066003062885?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3729719066003062885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3729719066003062885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3729719066003062885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3729719066003062885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/08/nunca-o-poder-da-lembranca-esteve-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7373427489746790410</id><published>2011-07-21T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:29:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDDsGirzOLI/Ti7O9-F1PlI/AAAAAAAABFA/segZAPrnKvU/s1600/Solidariedade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDDsGirzOLI/Ti7O9-F1PlI/AAAAAAAABFA/segZAPrnKvU/s320/Solidariedade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633667747921870418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Primeiro dia como voluntaria num centro de ajuda aos refugiados. &lt;br /&gt;Limpei e organizei o food bank, lugar que eles guardam as comidas para distribuir aos clientes. &lt;br /&gt; Um senhor entrou na sala e me pediu suco, eu nem hesitei, e dei logo. Vendo o sorriso dele, fiquei tambem feliz em poder atende-lo. Mas... a coordenadora apareceu e o flagrou saindo com algo... ops! ela disse que ele ja tinha recebido comida ontem. Nao sei... acho que ele percebeu que era o meu primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt; Entre "sorrys" e sorrisos me desculpei com a coordenadora, que foi muito gente boa, compreensiva comigo. E me explicou que antes de dar comida para eles,e bom verificar se ja nao foi distribuida. As vzs eles querem mais do que podem. &lt;br /&gt; Nao resisti ao olhar daquele senhor, mas vou ter que aprender a dizer nao quando for preciso. &lt;br /&gt;  Tenho muito que aprender fazendo este trabalho. Ajudando-os eu estou de alguma forma tambem me ajudando. Atraves da solidariedade posso praticar meu ingles, conhecer pessoas novas, conhecer inclusive &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uma nova pessoa em mim,&lt;/span&gt; quem sabe? uma pessoa capaz de fazer coisas que antes nao acreditava poder fazer. &lt;br /&gt;  Ja recebi uma mensagem da coordenadora agradecendo o servico, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That was a big help!"&lt;/span&gt; disse ela, :) &lt;br /&gt;  O segundo dia esta marcado, tentarei ajudar de outra forma, em outro lugar. E depois vou escrever aqui como foi a experiencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7373427489746790410?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7373427489746790410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7373427489746790410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7373427489746790410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7373427489746790410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/07/primeiro-dia-como-voluntaria-num-centro.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDDsGirzOLI/Ti7O9-F1PlI/AAAAAAAABFA/segZAPrnKvU/s72-c/Solidariedade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1292564356828563138</id><published>2011-07-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:47:28.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Um ótimo termômetro para sentirmos se o nosso coração está saudável e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pulsando na mesma frequência do coração de Deus &lt;/span&gt;é este: Tudo o que formos fazer deveremos nos colocar sempre no lugar do outro e perguntarmos a Jesus: Senhor, se estivésseis no meu lugar, como faríeis vós nesta ocasião?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1292564356828563138?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1292564356828563138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1292564356828563138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1292564356828563138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1292564356828563138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-otimo-termometro-para-sentirmos-se-o.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-9045643718219535006</id><published>2011-06-06T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:34:02.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carinho a distancia</title><content type='html'>"Cartas de amor são escritas não para dar notícias, não para contar nada, mas para que mãos separadas se toquem ao tocarem a mesma folha de papel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubens Alves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-9045643718219535006?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9045643718219535006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=9045643718219535006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9045643718219535006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9045643718219535006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/06/carinho-distancia.html' title='Carinho a distancia'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3014000799143129038</id><published>2011-05-17T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T06:11:39.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYC2t-_B03M/TdJ0AVTUWDI/AAAAAAAABEo/P34G0kDCR-w/s1600/caminho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYC2t-_B03M/TdJ0AVTUWDI/AAAAAAAABEo/P34G0kDCR-w/s320/caminho2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607672035096680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quando uma alma &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aprende a cumprir a vontade divina,&lt;/span&gt; torna-se senhora do coração do próprio Deus, porque &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o Senhor não sabe dizer ‘não’ àqueles que lhe dizem ’sim’”&lt;/span&gt; (Jacinta Marto).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3014000799143129038?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3014000799143129038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3014000799143129038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3014000799143129038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3014000799143129038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-uma-alma-aprende-cumprir-vontade.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYC2t-_B03M/TdJ0AVTUWDI/AAAAAAAABEo/P34G0kDCR-w/s72-c/caminho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7411745990684583049</id><published>2011-04-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:39:47.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Essa luz... "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbzajGmrhLY/TbluGN4Y4bI/AAAAAAAABEI/c7pFNi3Gjts/s1600/jesus_874965056_jesus060.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbzajGmrhLY/TbluGN4Y4bI/AAAAAAAABEI/c7pFNi3Gjts/s320/jesus_874965056_jesus060.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600628664696365490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a luz que brilha mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredite! Mesmo que ninguém seja capaz de ver, a luz que mais brilha é a que está dentro de você. É o seu sorriso entre lágrimas, a cara boa quando as coisas estão difíceis, o carinho para quem não merece recebê-lo. Enfim, um jeito de viver quando as coisas não vão bem, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mas VOCÊ continua bem demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta luz? Você já sabe de onde vem e é capaz de illuminar o mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Sa&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/25335302-7411745990684583049?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7411745990684583049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7411745990684583049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7411745990684583049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7411745990684583049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/essa-luz.html' title='&quot;Essa luz... &quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbzajGmrhLY/TbluGN4Y4bI/AAAAAAAABEI/c7pFNi3Gjts/s72-c/jesus_874965056_jesus060.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3788329595919456978</id><published>2011-04-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:31:31.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ladybug and the elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxPneQejDD4/TbXV1M1qdSI/AAAAAAAABEA/y_K-CAc75r4/s1600/elephant-ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxPneQejDD4/TbXV1M1qdSI/AAAAAAAABEA/y_K-CAc75r4/s320/elephant-ladybug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599616821661168930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj fui a biblioteca com Mig. Em dias de segunda sao lidas historinhas para criancas. A historia hj deixou um recadinho. Adoro finais felizes e principalmente qndo nos ensinam algo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joaninha e o elefante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma joaninha que queria saber voar. So ficava nas plantas observando os outros animais... subia em cima de alguns p acompanha-los nas suas aventuras, mas o q ela queria mesmo era aprender a voar. Pensava que nunca iria conseguir, qndo um dia, pegou carona na tromba do amigo elefante, sem saber que ele era alergico a algumas flores. Como era primavera, nao foi dificil eles passarem por jardins em que os primeiros botoes estavam se abrindo. Foi ai que o elefante inspirou algum perfume que o fez espirrar... o espirro foi tao forte que lancou a joaninha beem longe. Com muito medo, mas ao mesmo tempo alegre por estar como sempre sonhou: voando, a joaninha comecou a movimentar suas pequeninas asas. Viu que quando deixava de fazer os movimentos, o seu voo ficava mais lento, e poderia pousar. Qndo pousou na grama,sentiu vontade de estar em cima de uma flor, foi so mexer as asinhas novamente e la estava ela, sim, aprendera a voar. Que maravilhosa descoberta! Foi preciso levar um empurraozinho do elefante, amigo que mesmo sem querer, lhe ajudou a fazer o que mais queria. Melhor ainda,lhe fez perceber/acreditar que ela mesma era capaz de fazer .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3788329595919456978?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3788329595919456978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3788329595919456978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3788329595919456978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3788329595919456978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladybug-and-elephant.html' title='The ladybug and the elephant'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxPneQejDD4/TbXV1M1qdSI/AAAAAAAABEA/y_K-CAc75r4/s72-c/elephant-ladybug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7194220579822282228</id><published>2011-04-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:16:24.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 de abril - dia do indio</title><content type='html'>"Se Deus quiser&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu quero ser índio&lt;br /&gt;Viver pelado&lt;br /&gt;Pintado de verde&lt;br /&gt;Num eterno domingo&lt;br /&gt;Ser um bicho preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Espantar turista&lt;br /&gt;E tomar banho de sol&lt;br /&gt;Banho de sol!&lt;br /&gt;Banho de sol!&lt;br /&gt;Sol!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7194220579822282228?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7194220579822282228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7194220579822282228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7194220579822282228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7194220579822282228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/19-de-abril-dia-do-indio.html' title='19 de abril - dia do indio'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1052219089068573542</id><published>2011-04-19T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:11:15.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGKoGJrnptQ/Ta3sXd6upYI/AAAAAAAABD4/Vt735_ywP6I/s1600/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGKoGJrnptQ/Ta3sXd6upYI/AAAAAAAABD4/Vt735_ywP6I/s320/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597389799803495810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos a mania de abraçar tudo o que ouvimos. Temos de agir de modo diferente: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;examinar &lt;/span&gt;todas as situações e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;abraçar somente o que é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&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/25335302-1052219089068573542?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1052219089068573542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1052219089068573542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1052219089068573542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1052219089068573542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/temos-mania-de-abracar-tudo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGKoGJrnptQ/Ta3sXd6upYI/AAAAAAAABD4/Vt735_ywP6I/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5681009392734378550</id><published>2011-04-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:45:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yellow sun"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiQjpf5jjpk/TasleO1VjvI/AAAAAAAABDo/KEKj7ZCxjQE/s1600/yellow-autumn-silhuoette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiQjpf5jjpk/TasleO1VjvI/AAAAAAAABDo/KEKj7ZCxjQE/s320/yellow-autumn-silhuoette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596608163246083826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se vem de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Do céu ficar azul&lt;br /&gt;Ou virá&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Essa cor&lt;br /&gt;Que azuleja o dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acaso anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;E o céu perder o azul&lt;br /&gt;Entre o mar e o entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Alga marinha, vá na maresia&lt;br /&gt;Buscar ali um cheiro de azul&lt;br /&gt;Essa côr não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Bate e finca pé&lt;br /&gt;A sangue de rei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Até o sol nascer amarelinho&lt;br /&gt;Queimando mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Cedinho, cedinho (cedinho)&lt;br /&gt;Corre e vá dizer&lt;br /&gt;Pro meu benzinho&lt;br /&gt;Um dizer assim&lt;br /&gt;O amor é azulzinho...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Azul, Djavan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"So tinha dessa cor...&lt;br /&gt; Esta bom,amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5681009392734378550?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5681009392734378550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5681009392734378550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5681009392734378550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5681009392734378550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/yellow-sun.html' title='&quot;Yellow sun&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiQjpf5jjpk/TasleO1VjvI/AAAAAAAABDo/KEKj7ZCxjQE/s72-c/yellow-autumn-silhuoette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2854149340722653354</id><published>2011-03-25T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:39:05.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fL5K7cvrEuw/TYyM4hTvJkI/AAAAAAAABDg/P8etPb38-1g/s1600/Eu-busco-impulso-pra-saltar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fL5K7cvrEuw/TYyM4hTvJkI/AAAAAAAABDg/P8etPb38-1g/s320/Eu-busco-impulso-pra-saltar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587996140301657666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez rezar, para você, seja um peso ou uma coisa antiquada. No entanto, orar é tomar consciência da presença de Deus em nossa vida. Você já parou para pensar nisso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é agradável &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o encontro da criatura e do Criador&lt;/span&gt;. Poder derramar-se na presença do Senhor sem medo nem reserva, com uma profunda certeza no coração de que Ele nos acolhe e nos compreende sem nenhuma explicação ou restrição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão simples: basta abrir o coração numa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;atitude de confiança, como as crianças que confiam piamente nos pais e se jogam nos braços deles sem receio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é fiel, não faça nada mais sozinho; faça tudo com Jesus e em Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, eu confio em Vós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luzia Santiago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2854149340722653354?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854149340722653354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2854149340722653354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2854149340722653354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2854149340722653354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/talvez-rezar-para-voce-seja-um-peso-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fL5K7cvrEuw/TYyM4hTvJkI/AAAAAAAABDg/P8etPb38-1g/s72-c/Eu-busco-impulso-pra-saltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5440479827938617151</id><published>2011-03-18T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:29:20.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpinejando</title><content type='html'>" Alegria em demasia 'e tristeza. Quem repete tres vezes seu prato predileto tem rosto de velorio.&lt;br /&gt;O paraiso 'e o bocado, o gole gostoso, o pouco intenso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deixar o que se deseja para depois e nunca deixar o desejo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F.Carpinejar]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5440479827938617151?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5440479827938617151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5440479827938617151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5440479827938617151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5440479827938617151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/carpinejando.html' title='Carpinejando'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-579074074405747293</id><published>2011-03-17T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:54:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz aniversario Aracaju!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDWoNRbt720/TYKRBtd5NGI/AAAAAAAABDY/bbN8yyW0o6o/s1600/aracaju11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDWoNRbt720/TYKRBtd5NGI/AAAAAAAABDY/bbN8yyW0o6o/s320/aracaju11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585185946463712354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tão longe de você, vontade de morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poço de sofrer, rezando pra te ver&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Querendo só saber, quando afinal vou te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comer muito siri, andar de pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descer a Laranjeiras, entrar no calçadao..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Viver Aracaju, Ismar Barreto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ja lhe chamei de Buracaju, Aracac... mas a verdade 'e  q vc n vai sair nunca do meu coracao. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Aracaju!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-579074074405747293?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/579074074405747293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=579074074405747293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/579074074405747293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/579074074405747293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/feliz-aniversario-aracaju.html' title='Feliz aniversario Aracaju!'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDWoNRbt720/TYKRBtd5NGI/AAAAAAAABDY/bbN8yyW0o6o/s72-c/aracaju11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2209526561871742444</id><published>2011-03-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:39:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"''E mesmo sutil a felicidade, raro diagnosticar sua origem, emerge com furia de um som ou um cheiro ou uma lembranca. A felicidade e fragil, nem pensamos muito nela para nao perde-la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpinejar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2209526561871742444?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2209526561871742444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2209526561871742444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2209526561871742444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2209526561871742444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-mesmo-sutil-felicidade-raro.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-241080369185634031</id><published>2011-02-13T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:18:03.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-winm-G5Mj9M/TVe9OZ1jEZI/AAAAAAAABDM/hqog3qtwh5w/s1600/bjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-winm-G5Mj9M/TVe9OZ1jEZI/AAAAAAAABDM/hqog3qtwh5w/s320/bjo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573131119045579154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Kiss, by French-Romanian sculptor Constantin Brancusi, offers a symbolic interpretation of a male and a female body merging into one. The fourth of several versions of the lovers that Brancusi carved throughout his career, this piece is the most geometric. Wrapped in a tight embrace and joined at the mouth and eye, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the couple become one&lt;/span&gt;, as real-life lovers often do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-241080369185634031?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/241080369185634031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=241080369185634031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/241080369185634031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/241080369185634031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/kiss-by-french-romanian-sculptor.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-winm-G5Mj9M/TVe9OZ1jEZI/AAAAAAAABDM/hqog3qtwh5w/s72-c/bjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-790318845437824568</id><published>2011-02-02T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:19:22.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TUoekpoSA_I/AAAAAAAABC0/EghMiZFbn5w/s1600/o-que-fazer-quando-a-distancia-ameaca-a-relacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TUoekpoSA_I/AAAAAAAABC0/EghMiZFbn5w/s320/o-que-fazer-quando-a-distancia-ameaca-a-relacao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569297504195970034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A importância de uma pessoa não se constata quando estamos com ela, mas sim quando sentimos a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sua falta&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-790318845437824568?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/790318845437824568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=790318845437824568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/790318845437824568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/790318845437824568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/importancia-de-uma-pessoa-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TUoekpoSA_I/AAAAAAAABC0/EghMiZFbn5w/s72-c/o-que-fazer-quando-a-distancia-ameaca-a-relacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3404815057221930664</id><published>2011-01-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:26:50.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TT7PeCBnJrI/AAAAAAAABCE/lISSmBJ87yg/s1600/concurso-aracaju-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TT7PeCBnJrI/AAAAAAAABCE/lISSmBJ87yg/s320/concurso-aracaju-2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566114304323167922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3404815057221930664?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3404815057221930664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3404815057221930664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3404815057221930664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3404815057221930664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TT7PeCBnJrI/AAAAAAAABCE/lISSmBJ87yg/s72-c/concurso-aracaju-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8041448883310539570</id><published>2010-12-09T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:25:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TQENIX5OzVI/AAAAAAAABBM/FD-vdbUV2Xs/s1600/Arrumando_a_Mala.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/TQENIX5OzVI/AAAAAAAABBM/FD-vdbUV2Xs/s320/Arrumando_a_Mala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548730653401337170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder levar tudo de lindo que vi aqui... coisas que qndo encontrei, imediatamente lem&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BR&lt;/span&gt;ei de alguem querido. Como isso ainda nao 'e possivel, estou levando meu coracao, e junto com ele o meu abraco aMIGo... todo o meu amor, que apesar do tempo e da distancia continua o mesmo, ou quem sabe, ate melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8041448883310539570?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8041448883310539570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8041448883310539570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8041448883310539570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8041448883310539570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/queria-poder-levar-tudo-de-lindo-que-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TQENIX5OzVI/AAAAAAAABBM/FD-vdbUV2Xs/s72-c/Arrumando_a_Mala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2167676387459398287</id><published>2010-12-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:13:32.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPkWxwXnAAI/AAAAAAAABBE/D7wS67Kyt2k/s1600/tumblr_lcq3c0jLgd1qb9k20o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPkWxwXnAAI/AAAAAAAABBE/D7wS67Kyt2k/s320/tumblr_lcq3c0jLgd1qb9k20o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546489460136804354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2167676387459398287?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2167676387459398287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2167676387459398287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2167676387459398287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2167676387459398287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPkWxwXnAAI/AAAAAAAABBE/D7wS67Kyt2k/s72-c/tumblr_lcq3c0jLgd1qb9k20o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4712409229332512628</id><published>2010-12-02T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:47:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPe_hpFsRAI/AAAAAAAABA8/MM0HAcEW150/s1600/magico.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/TPe_hpFsRAI/AAAAAAAABA8/MM0HAcEW150/s320/magico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546112050816369666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-4712409229332512628?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4712409229332512628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4712409229332512628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4712409229332512628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4712409229332512628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPe_hpFsRAI/AAAAAAAABA8/MM0HAcEW150/s72-c/magico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2580212395573948133</id><published>2010-11-30T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:28:11.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sintoma de saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPWBetXXrpI/AAAAAAAABA0/elAJS2f80Ss/s1600/m-Dezembro%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPWBetXXrpI/AAAAAAAABA0/elAJS2f80Ss/s320/m-Dezembro%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545480880750309010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... dezembro!&lt;br /&gt;:-) &lt;br /&gt;Contagem regressiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2580212395573948133?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2580212395573948133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2580212395573948133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2580212395573948133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2580212395573948133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/sintoma-de-saudade.html' title='Sintoma de saudade'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TPWBetXXrpI/AAAAAAAABA0/elAJS2f80Ss/s72-c/m-Dezembro%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6505421179480295219</id><published>2010-11-18T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:10:32.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOWkTv5F2YI/AAAAAAAABAs/1RflLm-ELg4/s1600/listen-to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOWkTv5F2YI/AAAAAAAABAs/1RflLm-ELg4/s320/listen-to.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541015575729658242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouve-me, ouve o meu silêncio. O que falo nunca é o que falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesma não posso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6505421179480295219?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6505421179480295219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6505421179480295219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6505421179480295219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6505421179480295219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouve-me-ouve-o-meu-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOWkTv5F2YI/AAAAAAAABAs/1RflLm-ELg4/s72-c/listen-to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2074049339635595456</id><published>2010-11-17T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:25:54.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TORyhwdnqrI/AAAAAAAABAk/L9JM-uui0jQ/s1600/software_livre_e_design_grafico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TORyhwdnqrI/AAAAAAAABAk/L9JM-uui0jQ/s320/software_livre_e_design_grafico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540679365842938546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abençoadas sejam as surpresas risonhas do caminho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As belezas que se mostram sem fazer suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As afeições compartilhadas sem esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As vezes em que a vida nos tira pra dançar sem nos dar tempo de recusar o convite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As maravilhas todas da natureza, sempre surpreendentes, à espera da nossa entrega apreciativa.&lt;br /&gt;A compreensão que floresce, clara e mansa, quando os olhos que veem são da bondade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Abençoados sejam os presentes fáceis de serem abertos. &lt;br /&gt;Os encantos que desnudam o erotismo da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos felizes que passam longe das catracas da expectativa.&lt;br /&gt;Os improvisos bons que desmancham o penteado arrumadinho dos roteiros da gente.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Os diálogos que acontecem no idioma pátrio do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abençoada seja a leveza, meu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoadas sejam as dádivas generosas que vêm nos lembrar que viver pode ser mais fácil. Que amar e ser amado pode ser mais fluido. Que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dá pra girar o dial&lt;/span&gt;. Que dá pra sair da frequência da escassez e sintonizar a estação da disponibilidade, onde alegrias já cantam, mas a gente não ouve. &lt;br /&gt;Abençoadas sejam as dádivas que vêm nos lembrar, com alívio, que há lugares de descanso para os nossos cansaços. Que há lugares de afrouxamento para os nossos apertos. Que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dá pra mudar o foco.&lt;/span&gt; Que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;não é tão complicado assim saborear a graça possível que mora em cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abençoadas sejam as dádivas generosas que nos surpreendem. Elas não sabem o quanto às vezes, tantas vezes, nos salvam de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://anajacomo.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2074049339635595456?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2074049339635595456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2074049339635595456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2074049339635595456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2074049339635595456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/abencoadas-sejam-as-surpresas-risonhas.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TORyhwdnqrI/AAAAAAAABAk/L9JM-uui0jQ/s72-c/software_livre_e_design_grafico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4390676011516121843</id><published>2010-11-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:46:02.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos e santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOBYi_oI5nI/AAAAAAAABAY/YJmE4HO8p70/s1600/amizade-4252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOBYi_oI5nI/AAAAAAAABAY/YJmE4HO8p70/s320/amizade-4252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539524899884295794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer, mas pela pupila.&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero meu avesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e agüentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero os santos, para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero só o ombro e o colo, quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo que não ri junto, não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;metade bobeira, metade seriedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis, nem choros piedosos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-os &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;metade infância e outra metade velhice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto; e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nunca me esquecerei de que "normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-4390676011516121843?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4390676011516121843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4390676011516121843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4390676011516121843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4390676011516121843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/loucos-e-santos-escolho-meus-amigos-nao.html' title='Loucos e santos'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TOBYi_oI5nI/AAAAAAAABAY/YJmE4HO8p70/s72-c/amizade-4252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3412401607253095090</id><published>2010-11-01T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:52:10.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TM9ECVnWf3I/AAAAAAAABAI/LmXiFeTSf7Y/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TM9ECVnWf3I/AAAAAAAABAI/LmXiFeTSf7Y/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534717274014252914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liberdade na vida é ter um amor para se prender."&lt;br /&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Escritor recomendado por uma amiga especial. &lt;br /&gt;Brigada Nani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3412401607253095090?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3412401607253095090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3412401607253095090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3412401607253095090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3412401607253095090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/liberdade-na-vida-e-ter-um-amor-para-se.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TM9ECVnWf3I/AAAAAAAABAI/LmXiFeTSf7Y/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5858318910698186853</id><published>2010-10-28T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:27:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TMn4yd8KSCI/AAAAAAAABAA/gALjs3MRyrw/s1600/saojudastadeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TMn4yd8KSCI/AAAAAAAABAA/gALjs3MRyrw/s320/saojudastadeu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533227163115472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, dia 28 de outubro é dedicado ao &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;santo das causas impossíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;São Judas Tadeu, rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5858318910698186853?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5858318910698186853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5858318910698186853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5858318910698186853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5858318910698186853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-dia-28-de-outubro-e-dedicado-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TMn4yd8KSCI/AAAAAAAABAA/gALjs3MRyrw/s72-c/saojudastadeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7091100666417303613</id><published>2010-10-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:00:19.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padroeira do Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLSHw-ZTZwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/t9Ydv9o78LI/s1600/NSraAparecida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLSHw-ZTZwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/t9Ydv9o78LI/s320/NSraAparecida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527191918143039234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó incomparável Senhora da Conceição Aparecida. Mãe de meu Deus, Rainha dos Anjos, Advogada dos pecadores, Refúgio e Consolação dos aflitos e atribulados, ó Virgem Santíssima; cheia de poder e bondade, lançai sobre nós um olhar favorável, para que sejamos socorridos em todas as necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrai-vos, clementíssima Mãe Aparecida, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;que não se consta que de todos os que têm a vós recorrido, invocado vosso santíssimo nome e implorado vossa singular proteção, fosse por vós algum abandonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animado com esta confiança a vós recorro: tomo-vos de hoje para sempre por &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;minha mãe, minha protetora, minha consolação e guia, minha esperança e minha luz&lt;/span&gt; na hora da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Assim pois, Senhora, livrai-me de tudo o que possa ofender-vos e a vosso Filho meu Redentor e Senhor Jesus Cristo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Virgem bendita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;preservai este vosso indigno servo, esta casa e seus habitantes, da peste, fome, guerra, raios, tempestades e outros perigos e males que nos possam flagelar.&lt;/span&gt; Soberana Senhora, dignai-vos dirigir-nos em todos os negócios espirituais e temporais; livrai-nos da tentação do demônio, para que, trilhando o caminho da virtude, pelos merecimentos da vossa puríssima Virgindade e do preciosíssimo Sangue de vosso Filho, vos possamos ver, amar e gozar na eterna glória, por todos os séculos dos séculos.&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7091100666417303613?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7091100666417303613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7091100666417303613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7091100666417303613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7091100666417303613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/10/padroeira-do-brasil.html' title='Padroeira do Brasil'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLSHw-ZTZwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/t9Ydv9o78LI/s72-c/NSraAparecida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6730374483276405681</id><published>2010-10-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:37:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLCMSwHonzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FlKpIx3PQbc/s1600/arvoremulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLCMSwHonzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FlKpIx3PQbc/s320/arvoremulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526070996566056754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Quando deixamos o outono levar as folhas que já amarelaram, damos lugar aos brotos que virão depois. É preciso ser livre pra deixar passar o que passa. O tempo tem o direito de levar o que é dele. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6730374483276405681?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6730374483276405681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6730374483276405681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6730374483276405681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6730374483276405681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-deixamos-o-outono-levar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TLCMSwHonzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FlKpIx3PQbc/s72-c/arvoremulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2683923052708734794</id><published>2010-09-29T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:18:42.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de setembro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TKNJcPHVVNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YOTCOozoAqk/s1600/000267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TKNJcPHVVNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YOTCOozoAqk/s320/000267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522338317528814802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a Igreja celebra a festa dos Arcanjos Miguel, Rafael e Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é maravilhoso contar com a ajuda dos santos anjos! Atuando em nome de Deus, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eles nos guardam e zelam pela realização dos desígnios do Senhor em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Que o anjo de Deus te acompanhe. Que o anjo de Deus seja a tua luz, o teu auxílio, a tua força, o teu conforto e teu guia”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2683923052708734794?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2683923052708734794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2683923052708734794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2683923052708734794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2683923052708734794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/29-de-setembro.html' title='29 de setembro.'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TKNJcPHVVNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YOTCOozoAqk/s72-c/000267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-9025761845258670679</id><published>2010-09-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T06:33:51.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJyoMXnxiMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/IC9RJY74KQk/s1600/183258_Papel-de-Parede-Ha-tempo-para-tudo_1280x960.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/TJyoMXnxiMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/IC9RJY74KQk/s320/183258_Papel-de-Parede-Ha-tempo-para-tudo_1280x960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472173702121666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo. Há um momento oportuno para tudo o que acontece debaixo do céu. 2Tempo de nascer e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar e tempo de colher a planta. 3Tempo de matar e tempo de salvar; tempo de destruir e tempo de construir. 4Tempo de chorar e tempo de rir; tempo de lamentar e tempo de dançar. 5Tempo de atirar pedras e tempo de as amontoar; tempo de abraçar e tempo de separar. 6Tempo de buscar e tempo de perder; tempo de guardar e tempo de esbanjar. 7Tempo de rasgar e tempo de costurar; tempo de calar e tempo de falar. 8Tempo de amar e tempo de odiar; tempo de guerra e tempo de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que Ele fez são todas boas no tempo oportuno. Além disso, Ele dispôs que fossem permanentes; no entanto o homem jamais chega a conhecer o princípio e o fim da ação que Deus realiza.&lt;br /&gt;Leitura do Livro do Eclesiastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-9025761845258670679?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9025761845258670679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=9025761845258670679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9025761845258670679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9025761845258670679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJyoMXnxiMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/IC9RJY74KQk/s72-c/183258_Papel-de-Parede-Ha-tempo-para-tudo_1280x960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8901223271536032484</id><published>2010-09-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:53:43.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Continue a nadar, continue a nadar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJjGWdJrrdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jST6lag_LI4/s1600/procurandonemo11.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/TJjGWdJrrdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jST6lag_LI4/s320/procurandonemo11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519379432427204050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8901223271536032484?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8901223271536032484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8901223271536032484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8901223271536032484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8901223271536032484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/continue-nadar-continue-nadar.html' title='&quot;Continue a nadar, continue a nadar...&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJjGWdJrrdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jST6lag_LI4/s72-c/procurandonemo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7237740384136644279</id><published>2010-09-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:30:30.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJzR9YYrqsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ibjYi8BdBSI/s1600/IMG_3480.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/TJzR9YYrqsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ibjYi8BdBSI/s320/IMG_3480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520518095697586882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJzR1t6WQAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rJlzzJXwpC8/s1600/IMG_3488.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/TJzR1t6WQAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rJlzzJXwpC8/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520517964036980738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e quando eu me encontrava reclamando do fato da estufa estar fechada, perdi o momento em que uma linda borboleta estava paradinha numa flor. Um anjo me avisou, mas qndo vi ela ja estava a bailar, de flor em flor,sem parar, n deu p tirar a foto que queria, mas serviu de licao. Logo ouvi uma vozinha: t&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a vendo Karina? enqnto vc reclamava por n poder entrar num lugar que imaginava ser tao maravilhoso, ali ao lado, tao pertinho de vc,ja estava acontecendo um milagre, e vc so percebeu depois.&lt;/span&gt; Ai n teve jeito, me vi reclamando de novo, agora, de mim mesma, ohh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O jardim de rosas que eu pensava estar dentro da estufa, estava na minha frente! era so atravessar a rua ( ! )taao lindo, cada rosa mais linda que a outra, com suas cores e tb espinhos, sim, os espinhos tb faziam parte da beleza delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4º Motivo Da Rosa (Cecília Meireles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te aflijas com a pétala que voa:&lt;br /&gt;também é ser, deixar de ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;Rosas verá, só de cinzas franzidas,&lt;br /&gt;mortas, intactas pelo teu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo aroma até nos meus espinhos&lt;br /&gt;ao longe, o vento vai falando de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E por perder-me é que vão me lembrando,&lt;br /&gt;por desfolhar-me é que não tenho fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7237740384136644279?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7237740384136644279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7237740384136644279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7237740384136644279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7237740384136644279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/roses-garden.html' title='Roses garden'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJzR9YYrqsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ibjYi8BdBSI/s72-c/IMG_3480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2573828519008020085</id><published>2010-09-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:02:00.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJZsLYKs0SI/AAAAAAAAA-g/92X3pfnqEtw/s1600/318ce69a893bcbd60948079eb9721cd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJZsLYKs0SI/AAAAAAAAA-g/92X3pfnqEtw/s320/318ce69a893bcbd60948079eb9721cd7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518717336110813474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A relação de irmãs é, proprovavelmente, a mais competitiva dentro da família,&lt;br /&gt;quando crescem, transforma-se na relação mais sólida. Porque irmãs, são como&lt;br /&gt;os ramos de uma árvore, crescem em direções diferentes, mas as raizes continuam&lt;br /&gt;sendo uma só. Assim, a vida de cada uma sempre será uma parte essencial da vida da outra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L.Simoes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2573828519008020085?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2573828519008020085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2573828519008020085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2573828519008020085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2573828519008020085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/relacao-de-irmas-e-proprovavelmente.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJZsLYKs0SI/AAAAAAAAA-g/92X3pfnqEtw/s72-c/318ce69a893bcbd60948079eb9721cd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3564105829525426517</id><published>2010-09-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:34:55.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegada do outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJLQQYA0TII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/c3r1dqKQTjk/s1600/folha_ao_vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJLQQYA0TII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/c3r1dqKQTjk/s320/folha_ao_vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517701473224641666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquilos enterrando nozes, vento forte brincando de ciranda com as folhas que ja cairam avermelhadas, o sol se despedindo mais cedo, noites mais longas... corpo pedindo mais roupas, e mais tempo na cama... 'e... aos poucos estamos sentindo na pele que o verao ja esta dizendo bye bye e o outono hello! Este ano vou vive-lo de forma diferente. Alem de curtir as famosas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paisagens que aquecem&lt;/span&gt;, vou curtir tb as reacoes de quem nao estava aqui comigo no ano passado, quer dizer, estava, mas dentro de mim. Espero esquecer um pouco do frio vendo de perto cada descoberta do meu filho, meu bebe lindo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;njo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;migo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mor: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;iguel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelo.&lt;br /&gt;ELe gosta de ver as folhas se mexerem nas arvores,agora vai ver elas caindo, elas no chao, mudando de cor... enfim, vai conhecer mais uma estacao, mais uma das belas obras de arte do nosso artista maior, Nosso Pai. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Este outono trara consigo nao so as paisagens que de tao lindas chegam a me aquecer, mas tambem momentos que de tao magicos, jamais irei esquecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3564105829525426517?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3564105829525426517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3564105829525426517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3564105829525426517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3564105829525426517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/chegada-do-outono.html' title='Chegada do outono'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJLQQYA0TII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/c3r1dqKQTjk/s72-c/folha_ao_vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7635815534566339937</id><published>2010-09-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:41:18.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJDne9sfwUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zNpgWoceSew/s1600/cama_familiar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJDne9sfwUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zNpgWoceSew/s320/cama_familiar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517164062672142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7635815534566339937?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7635815534566339937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7635815534566339937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7635815534566339937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7635815534566339937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TJDne9sfwUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zNpgWoceSew/s72-c/cama_familiar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8742212024819232880</id><published>2010-09-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:45:06.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIvcO4xEFRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/XiQmK8ShYMk/s1600/paz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIvcO4xEFRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/XiQmK8ShYMk/s320/paz.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515744316959757586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eles [terroristas] podem tentar criar conflito entre as diferentes fés, mas nunca estaremos em guerra contra islã. [...] Assim como condenamos a intolerância e o extremismo no exterior, nos manteremos verdadeiros com nossa tradição aqui dentro [dos EUA]. Respeitamos os direitos das pessoas de escolherem sua fé".&lt;br /&gt;[B. Obama]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8742212024819232880?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8742212024819232880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8742212024819232880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8742212024819232880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8742212024819232880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/eles-terroristas-podem-tentar-criar.html' title='11 de setembro'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIvcO4xEFRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/XiQmK8ShYMk/s72-c/paz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8261006182040512423</id><published>2010-09-07T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:18:45.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Englishperiencias</title><content type='html'>Gente, tem um tempinho que quero escrever aqui sobre as minhas experiencias com a lingua inglesa... lingua que sempre gostei de estudar (ai no Brasil kkkkk) , sempre tive facilidade, desde os primeiros contatos, e as musicas? conheco ate mais que muito americano... mas quando cheguei aqui e vi o quanto que eles falam rapido,(normal ne) socorro, meu amor, cade a legenda? tecla sap please! &lt;br /&gt;Uma vez na escola, quando um dos colegas soube que eu era brasileira, disse ah, o Brasil e famoso por ser um pais de hot girls, coisa assim, e eu ouvi o hot e fui logo respondendo: oh yes, thanks God!  pensando eu que ele falava sobre o tempo, que quase sempre esta quente ai no nosso pais. So depois eu entendi que ele tinha falado sobre a fama de mulheres quentes, bonitas, sei la, e eu dei gracas a Deus por isso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai... tem mais algumas perolas como essas, quase sempre acompanhadas de um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; e um sorriso, claro, afinal sou brasileira. Depois escrevo mais, ja e tarde e meu baby nao 'e o programa global altas horas mas tb 'e vida inteligente na madrugada kkkkkk. Outras&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Englishperiencias&lt;/span&gt; malucas virao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8261006182040512423?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8261006182040512423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8261006182040512423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8261006182040512423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8261006182040512423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/englishperiencias.html' title='Englishperiencias'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-9103287969956427820</id><published>2010-09-07T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:45:59.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIb43IEmJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/aokuCnFIHvM/s1600/brisa-leve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIb43IEmJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/aokuCnFIHvM/s320/brisa-leve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514368419705006002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sempre é tempo de fazer o bem, de agir diferente, de recomeçar, de ser feliz, de buscar o novo, &lt;/span&gt;de adquirir novos e bons costumes e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;abandonar os velhos vícios e hábitos&lt;/span&gt;, porque hoje é um novo dia e a graça de Deus nos impele a vivê-lo de maneira nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Não insistamos em viver arrastando os fardos pesados e amargos, tornando a vida difícil e complicada&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se precisamos perdoar, perdoemos; se precisamos ajudar alguém, ajudemos.&lt;/span&gt; Desvencilhemo-nos de todo negativismo e abramo-nos Àquele que pode mudar radicalmente a nossa vida, tornar-nos pessoas saudáveis e equilibradas e que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bate hoje insistentemente à porta do nosso coração, porque quer nos dar vida nova: Jesus Cristo, nosso Deus e Senhor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luzia Santiago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-9103287969956427820?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9103287969956427820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=9103287969956427820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9103287969956427820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/9103287969956427820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/sempre-e-tempo-de-fazer-o-bem-de-agir.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIb43IEmJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/aokuCnFIHvM/s72-c/brisa-leve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6649248060731716586</id><published>2010-09-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:39:50.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O florescer da paciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIZbVi_bGEI/AAAAAAAAA94/BccMAu_ei98/s1600/IMG_3450.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/TIZbVi_bGEI/AAAAAAAAA94/BccMAu_ei98/s320/IMG_3450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195219489953858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIZbKuoeDeI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Fg0_0twE7GQ/s1600/IMG_3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIZbKuoeDeI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Fg0_0twE7GQ/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195033636343266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro um arbusto, parecendo espinhos, crescendo, crescendo e nada... depois de um tempo, a surpresa em forma de flor. E muito bonita. Fez pensar em como as vezes somos impacientes e por isso desistimos de ver florescer algo maior e bonito. Paz, ciencia, a ciencia da paz. Me fez lembrar tb de uma frase q eu c essas brincadeiras com palavras um dia formulei, mas q preciso sempre lembrar: Nao se desespere, em Deus espere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6649248060731716586?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6649248060731716586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6649248060731716586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6649248060731716586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6649248060731716586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-florescer-da-paciencia.html' title='O florescer da paciencia'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TIZbVi_bGEI/AAAAAAAAA94/BccMAu_ei98/s72-c/IMG_3450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5304963599092510822</id><published>2010-08-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:21:40.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/THnRQG2y-0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jndk3mcI14k/s1600/Saudade.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/THnRQG2y-0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jndk3mcI14k/s320/Saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510665693713070914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia lindo de sabado, praia com meus amores, de repente, fui invadida por uma sensacao tao boa... um cheiro me levou de volta pra minha terra. Foi uma viagem para longe, mas muito rapida e nada cansativa. Um segundo sentindo um aroma e la estava eu sentada num barzinho da orla de Atalaia tomando uma deliciosa agua de coco. Um cheiro me fez sentir de novo uma alegria: la vem o garcom trazendo agora os caranguejos :-)&lt;br /&gt;um sabor me veio a boca: cerveja geladinha, e logo em seguida aqueele suspiro, que quem me conhece sabe bem. &lt;br /&gt;Hummm... cheirinho que me trouxe boas lembrancas e com elas a saudade. Saudade de coisas que so a minha terrinha tem. Terrinha que pode ser pequena no tamanho, mas grande nos prazeres que oferece.&lt;br /&gt; Obrigada meu Deus por me proporcionar esta viagem tao gostosa. Bastou inspirar o ar para me sentir assim tao inspirada, tao feliz. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por a cada dia me conceder o milagre de mesmo estando longe, me sentir perto de tudo e de todos que amo. Seja atraves de um cheiro, de uma cancao, de um sabor, de uma carta... Podemos usar o poder dos nossos sentidos ao nosso favor, a favor da nossa felicidade .&lt;br /&gt;Como diria Drummond: A dor e inevitavel, mas o sofrimento, opcional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5304963599092510822?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5304963599092510822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5304963599092510822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5304963599092510822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5304963599092510822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-dia-lindo-de-sabado-praia-com-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/THnRQG2y-0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jndk3mcI14k/s72-c/Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2024849255390321060</id><published>2010-08-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:49:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TG6V3FGZydI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_HCm8YK-Rw8/s1600/paz%5B9%5D.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/TG6V3FGZydI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_HCm8YK-Rw8/s320/paz%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507504167815072210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...É que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;as pessoas&lt;/span&gt; - compreendo cada vez mais claramente isso - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;são um lindo mistério para ser amado,&lt;/span&gt; mas nem sempre compreendido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Sa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2024849255390321060?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2024849255390321060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2024849255390321060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2024849255390321060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2024849255390321060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TG6V3FGZydI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_HCm8YK-Rw8/s72-c/paz%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7916656177755203667</id><published>2010-08-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:08:27.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo e o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TGliV30YzbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/D5EP5OJfPuw/s1600/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TGliV30YzbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/D5EP5OJfPuw/s320/Amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506040147337596338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se um dia tiver que escolher entre o mundo e o amor...Lembre-se: &lt;br /&gt;Se escolher o mundo ficará sem o amor, mas se escolher o amor, com ele você conquistará o mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Albert Einstein )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7916656177755203667?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7916656177755203667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7916656177755203667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7916656177755203667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7916656177755203667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-mundo-e-o-amor.html' title='O mundo e o amor'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TGliV30YzbI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/D5EP5OJfPuw/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1501957761654036442</id><published>2010-08-07T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:57:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentileza gera gentileza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TF2edG-uTPI/AAAAAAAAA84/yO3gUPNS3aI/s1600/ser-gentil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TF2edG-uTPI/AAAAAAAAA84/yO3gUPNS3aI/s320/ser-gentil.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502728542643703026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se inteligência é afrodisíaco, imagine o que faz a gentileza.&lt;br /&gt; A inteligência arrogante só afasta, enquanto a sutil...&lt;br /&gt; A gentileza é o êxtase da inteligência. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amado e retirado do blog Segunda flor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.segundaflor.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1501957761654036442?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1501957761654036442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1501957761654036442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1501957761654036442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1501957761654036442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/08/gentileza-gera-gentileza.html' title='Gentileza gera gentileza'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TF2edG-uTPI/AAAAAAAAA84/yO3gUPNS3aI/s72-c/ser-gentil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3796113947679826568</id><published>2010-07-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:26:19.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos caminhos do Senhor não vacilaremos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TFCD5Obw4SI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TXBqZrt-QZc/s1600/caminho-de-pincel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TFCD5Obw4SI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TXBqZrt-QZc/s320/caminho-de-pincel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499040164169703714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos parar nos nossos limites, nos nossos medos e dúvidas. Precisamos avançar dia após dia, com coragem, fé e determinação. É claro que sozinhos não conseguimos nada, mas apoiados na Misericórdia Divina somos capazes de caminhar a passos seguros e largos e desbravar novos horizontes, porque esta [Misericórdia Divina] nos traz a força da vida, que vem de Deus e nos sustenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retirado do http://Luziasantiago.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3796113947679826568?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3796113947679826568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3796113947679826568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3796113947679826568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3796113947679826568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/07/nos-caminhos-do-senhor-nao-vacilaremos.html' title='Nos caminhos do Senhor não vacilaremos!'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TFCD5Obw4SI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TXBqZrt-QZc/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-8561525695090376875</id><published>2010-06-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:37:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TBUk8_jz--I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Q4XJeiL7rFE/s1600/fugindo-de-casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TBUk8_jz--I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Q4XJeiL7rFE/s320/fugindo-de-casa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482328751665839074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Não há lugar para onde correr: as mudanças, quando precisam acontecer, sabem como nos encontrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Jácomo, do blog Cheiro de flor quando ri.&lt;br /&gt;Post: Thais Zimerer do exercite sua vida, blog que sigo por me fazer tao bem. O link esta ai abaixo. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.exercitesuavida.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-8561525695090376875?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8561525695090376875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=8561525695090376875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8561525695090376875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/8561525695090376875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-ha-lugar-para-onde-correr-as.html' title=''/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TBUk8_jz--I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Q4XJeiL7rFE/s72-c/fugindo-de-casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5790949163617651788</id><published>2010-06-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:00:16.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cavalo descontente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TAUgSI1dAhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kbHDKT8mFBY/s1600/cavalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TAUgSI1dAhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kbHDKT8mFBY/s320/cavalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477820017747493394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre podemos encontrar motivos para nos sentirmos descontentes, se quisermos. Podemos, também, encontrar argumentos para nos considerarmos afortunados por estarmos vivos. Tudo depende da maneira como cada um vê a existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um cavalo que, em pleno inverno, desejava o regresso da primavera. De fato, ainda que agora descansasse tranqüilamente no estábulo, via-se obrigado a comer palha seca.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, como sinto saudades de comer a erva fresca que nasce na primavera! dizia o pobre animal.&lt;br /&gt;A primavera chegou e o cavalo teve sua erva fresca, mas começou a trabalhar bastante porque era época da colheita.&lt;br /&gt;- Quando chegará o verão? Já estou farto de passar o dia inteiro puxando o arado! lamentava-se o cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o verão, mas o trabalho aumentou e o calor tornou-se muito forte.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, o outono! Estou ansioso pela chegada do outono! dizia mais uma vez o cavalo, convencido de que naquela estação terminariam seus males.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no outono teve que carregar lenha para que seu dono estivesse preparado para enfrentar o inverno. E o cavalo não parava de queixar-se e de sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o inverno chegou novamente, e o cavalo pode finalmente descansar, compreendeu que tinha sido fantasioso tentar fugir do momento presente e refugiar-se na quimera do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta não é a melhor forma de encarar a realidade da vida e do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor descobrir o que a vida tem de bom momento a momento, vivendo o presente da melhor forma possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro escutei essa mensagem no programa momentos de fe do Padre Marcelo, achei maravilhosa! Por isso postei aqui e procuro lembrar dela sempre. &lt;br /&gt;Pode ser encontrada tb no http://www.mistergospel.com/2009/11/o-cavalo-descontente.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5790949163617651788?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5790949163617651788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5790949163617651788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5790949163617651788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5790949163617651788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sempre-podemos-encontrar-motivos-para.html' title='O cavalo descontente'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/TAUgSI1dAhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kbHDKT8mFBY/s72-c/cavalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4930398554652571500</id><published>2010-05-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:47:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S-QYk4B-UCI/AAAAAAAAA60/fIiR2VD_NrU/s1600/Maria-mae-de-Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S-QYk4B-UCI/AAAAAAAAA60/fIiR2VD_NrU/s320/Maria-mae-de-Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468522869329645602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Menina que Deus amou e escolheu &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Pra mãe de Jesus o filho de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Maria que o povo inteiro elegeu &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Senhora e mãe do céu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-4930398554652571500?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4930398554652571500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4930398554652571500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4930398554652571500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4930398554652571500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S-QYk4B-UCI/AAAAAAAAA60/fIiR2VD_NrU/s72-c/Maria-mae-de-Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7464552267673689445</id><published>2010-04-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:52:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve Jorge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S9Gztm5eDsI/AAAAAAAAA58/THiv-cUnfxQ/s1600/sc3a3o20jorge_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S9Gztm5eDsI/AAAAAAAAA58/THiv-cUnfxQ/s320/sc3a3o20jorge_0211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345419094200002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu andarei vestido e armado com as armas de São Jorge para que meus inimigos, tendo pés não me alcancem, tendo mãos não me peguem, tendo olhos não me vejam, e nem em pensamentos eles possam me fazer mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo o meu corpo não alcançarão, facas e lanças se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar, cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Cristo, me proteja e me defenda com o poder de sua santa e divina graça, Virgem de Nazaré, me cubra com o seu manto sagrado e divino, protegendo-me em todas as minhas dores e aflições, e Deus, com sua divina misericórdia e grande poder, seja meu defensor contra as maldades e perseguições dos meu inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorioso São Jorge, em nome de Deus, estenda-me o seu escudo e as suas poderosas armas, defendendo-me com a sua força e com a sua grandeza, e que debaixo das patas de seu fiel ginete meus inimigos fiquem humildes e submissos a vós. Assim seja com o poder de Deus, de Jesus e da falange do Divino Espírito Santo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge Rogai por Nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7464552267673689445?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7464552267673689445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7464552267673689445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7464552267673689445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7464552267673689445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/04/salve-jorge.html' title='Salve Jorge!'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S9Gztm5eDsI/AAAAAAAAA58/THiv-cUnfxQ/s72-c/sc3a3o20jorge_0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5711427521265072385</id><published>2010-04-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:44:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pétala Por Pétala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S7-RdGU-1mI/AAAAAAAAA50/GcAbiFRP-Uk/s1600/flores-brancas-na-primavera.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/S7-RdGU-1mI/AAAAAAAAA50/GcAbiFRP-Uk/s320/flores-brancas-na-primavera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458241202497181282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua falta me fez ver&lt;br /&gt;O que de mau a vida pode ter&lt;br /&gt;E a sua volta me dá mais&lt;br /&gt;De todo o mel que eu ousaria querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sua presença me faz rir&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias feitos pra chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nao há revolta pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;Nem há milagre pra não crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinda &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;que finda&lt;br /&gt;A tinta de pintar tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixa os mistérios plenos de sentido&lt;br /&gt;A flor da vida toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétala por pétala&lt;br /&gt;Que um tolo pode colher&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vem e aumenta em mim&lt;br /&gt;O único que sou&lt;br /&gt;E subtrai do que em mim passou&lt;br /&gt;É amor, vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Cesar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5711427521265072385?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5711427521265072385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5711427521265072385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5711427521265072385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5711427521265072385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/04/petala-por-petala.html' title='Pétala Por Pétala'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S7-RdGU-1mI/AAAAAAAAA50/GcAbiFRP-Uk/s72-c/flores-brancas-na-primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6648381064488524069</id><published>2010-04-02T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:50:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém nos ama como Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S7Zl_OwakYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VF6_uB5yCT4/s1600/jesus-cruz-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S7Zl_OwakYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VF6_uB5yCT4/s320/jesus-cruz-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455660135573262722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperado este momento&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperado que viesses a mim&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperado que me fales&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperado que estivesses assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei bem que tens vivido&lt;br /&gt;Sei também que tens chorado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei bem que tens sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Pois permaneço ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pra cruz&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha grande prova&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pra cruz&lt;br /&gt;Foi por ti porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu sei bem o que me dizes&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que nunca me fales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu sei bem o que tens sentido&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que nunca me reveles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ti permanecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu te levo em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou teu melhor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olhe pra cruz&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha grande prova&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pra cruz&lt;br /&gt;Foi por ti porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te ama como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Semana Santa repleta de paz e amor para todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6648381064488524069?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6648381064488524069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6648381064488524069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6648381064488524069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6648381064488524069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/04/ninguem-nos-ama-como-ele.html' title='Ninguém nos ama como Ele'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S7Zl_OwakYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VF6_uB5yCT4/s72-c/jesus-cruz-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6375317328852001905</id><published>2010-02-27T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:08:49.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada meu Pai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S4k1J7gt6tI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z7gIbPG5vgw/s1600-h/IMG_2277.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/S4k1J7gt6tI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z7gIbPG5vgw/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442940069363968722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S4k1B4Uz9DI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nBEtqMJJlwo/s1600-h/IMG_2266.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/S4k1B4Uz9DI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nBEtqMJJlwo/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442939931069772850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naquele dia em que gritei, vós me escutastes, ó Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;— Naquele dia em que gritei, vós me escutastes, ó Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ó Senhor, de coração eu vos dou graças, porque ouvistes as palavras dos meus lábios! Perante os vossos anjos vou cantar-vos e ante o vosso templo vou prostrar-me.&lt;br /&gt;— Eu agradeço vosso amor, vossa verdade, porque fizestes muito mais que prometestes; naquele dia em que gritei, vós me escutastes e aumentastes o vigor da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;— Estendereis o vosso braço em meu auxílio e havereis de me salvar com vossa destra. Completai em mim a obra começada; ó Senhor, vossa bondade é para sempre! Eu vos peço: não deixeis inacabada esta obra que fizeram vossas mãos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/liturgia/index.php?dia=25&amp;mes=2&amp;leitura=2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6375317328852001905?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6375317328852001905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6375317328852001905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6375317328852001905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6375317328852001905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/obrigada-meu-pai.html' title='Obrigada meu Pai!'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S4k1J7gt6tI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z7gIbPG5vgw/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3856276959579424581</id><published>2010-02-10T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:07:09.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am the light of the world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S3LnVFFAovI/AAAAAAAAA3o/DQnom1oqGV8/s1600-h/oracao.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/S3LnVFFAovI/AAAAAAAAA3o/DQnom1oqGV8/s320/oracao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436662049516069618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deixa aos cuidados do Senhor o teu destino; confia Nele, e com certeza Ele agirá. Fará brilhar tua inocência como a luz, e o teu direito, como o sol do meio-dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/liturgia/index.php?dia=10&amp;mes=2&amp;leitura=2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-3856276959579424581?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3856276959579424581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3856276959579424581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3856276959579424581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3856276959579424581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-light-of-world.html' title='&quot;I am the light of the world&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S3LnVFFAovI/AAAAAAAAA3o/DQnom1oqGV8/s72-c/oracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7058196382631607695</id><published>2010-01-28T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:09:43.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançando como as borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S2H8OQjMIQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HbOTxqR_81o/s1600-h/borboletas_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S2H8OQjMIQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HbOTxqR_81o/s320/borboletas_1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431899947476459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Borboleta parece flor que o vento tirou para dançar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Anitelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7058196382631607695?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7058196382631607695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7058196382631607695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7058196382631607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7058196382631607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/dancando-como-as-borboletas.html' title='Dançando como as borboletas'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S2H8OQjMIQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HbOTxqR_81o/s72-c/borboletas_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6281677028832298207</id><published>2010-01-18T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:06:35.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poder transformador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S1SGynLwgYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GU_mQlEHwY4/s1600-h/arbol_del_amor_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S1SGynLwgYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GU_mQlEHwY4/s320/arbol_del_amor_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428111654958170498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Pois somente o amor é capaz de transformar todas as realidades &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;e de fecundar a vida nova no nosso coração." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luzia Santiago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-6281677028832298207?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6281677028832298207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6281677028832298207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6281677028832298207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6281677028832298207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/poder-transformador.html' title='Poder transformador'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/S1SGynLwgYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GU_mQlEHwY4/s72-c/arbol_del_amor_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-4140763147863562278</id><published>2009-12-26T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:28:29.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal: dia de alegria, esperança e luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SzY5pWV6MfI/AAAAAAAAA20/_cuUyKxZwug/s1600-h/3131543004_76e4fac32b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SzY5pWV6MfI/AAAAAAAAA20/_cuUyKxZwug/s320/3131543004_76e4fac32b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419582584121864690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Natal de Jesus, dia de alegria, esperança e luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Filho de Deus nasce da Virgem Maria. Entra na história para ficar no meio de nós. Renova a esperança, entrega-se como pão. Sua Palavra aquece o coração. E quem n'Ele crê, com seus olhos verá: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Ele é o Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receba, neste dia, todas as graças reservadas exclusivamente para você. O presente que o Menino Jesus traz é este: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;um novo ânimo, uma nova vida, uma nova esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolha tudo isso, porque foi reservado só para você e a graça não pode passar. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hoje, é o dia da graça, da alegria e de cantar as maravilhas do Senhor, pois nasceu para nós Jesus, o nosso Salvador!&lt;/span&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/25335302-4140763147863562278?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4140763147863562278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=4140763147863562278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4140763147863562278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/4140763147863562278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-dia-de-alegria-esperanca-e-luz.html' title='Natal: dia de alegria, esperança e luz'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SzY5pWV6MfI/AAAAAAAAA20/_cuUyKxZwug/s72-c/3131543004_76e4fac32b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7934752097500483743' title='2 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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>2</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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SeOJrYJnnAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Cq7OJNjaM44/s72-c/escrever_carta-749929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>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='http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3874180835200946626</id><published>2008-04-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:56:18.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grão de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SBIneHF_3EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U9MjOMgfEvo/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+chama.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193256718565366850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SBIneHF_3EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U9MjOMgfEvo/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+chama.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas só se for&lt;br /&gt;Pra ir ali&lt;br /&gt;E pra voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Meu grão de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca deixe&lt;br /&gt;De me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora as noites são tão longas&lt;br /&gt;No escuro eu penso em te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;Até a hora de voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Pra não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;Você tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A cama agora está tão fria&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca esqueça o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É só você que vem&lt;br /&gt;No meu cantar meu bem&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar que vem&lt;br /&gt;Lá ra ra rá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me cobre mil telefonemas&lt;br /&gt;Depois me cubra de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Me pegue bem,&lt;br /&gt;Misture alma e coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Carlinhos Brown e Marisa Monte)&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/25335302-3874180835200946626?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3874180835200946626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3874180835200946626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3874180835200946626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3874180835200946626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/04/gro-de-amor.html' title='Grão de amor'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SBIneHF_3EI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U9MjOMgfEvo/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+chama.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7724074404311087398</id><published>2008-04-16T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:22:33.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veja bem, meu bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SAZK-ZDiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/00HWKjv2X3M/s1600-h/Saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918056329123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SAZK-ZDiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/00HWKjv2X3M/s320/Saudade.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja bem, meu bem...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto te informar:&lt;br /&gt;Que arranjei alguém&lt;br /&gt;Pra me confortar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este alguém está&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sai.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só posso crer,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem ter você&lt;br /&gt;Nestes braços tais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja bem, amor&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você?&lt;br /&gt;Somos no papel&lt;br /&gt;Mas não no viver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viajar sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Me deixar assim&lt;br /&gt;Tive que arranjar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pra passar&lt;br /&gt;Os dias ruins... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto isso, navegando eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Sem paz&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter um porto&lt;br /&gt;Quase morto, sem um cais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu nunca vou te esquecer, amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas a solidão deixa o coração&lt;br /&gt;Neste leva-e-traz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja bem além&lt;br /&gt;Destes fatos vis&lt;br /&gt;Saiba: traições&lt;br /&gt;São bem mais sutis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu te troquei&lt;br /&gt;Não foi por maldade&lt;br /&gt;Amor, veja bem&lt;br /&gt;Arranjei alguém&lt;br /&gt;Chamado Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Marcelo Camelo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Marcos diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sit, and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;karina  diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Marcos diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bed or brad ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;karina  diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7724074404311087398?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7724074404311087398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7724074404311087398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7724074404311087398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7724074404311087398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/04/veja-bem-meu-bem.html' title='Veja bem, meu bem...'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SAZK-ZDiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/00HWKjv2X3M/s72-c/Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-3965466762603645180</id><published>2008-04-10T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:21:38.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/R_4F1KFKDnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADpo_ti31m8/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187590231574580850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/R_4F1KFKDnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADpo_ti31m8/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&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/25335302-3965466762603645180?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3965466762603645180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=3965466762603645180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3965466762603645180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/3965466762603645180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2008/04/soneto-de-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto de Fidelidade'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/R_4F1KFKDnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADpo_ti31m8/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-698630650286809619</id><published>2007-07-31T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:15:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amor à distância"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rq-v1v6UZgI/AAAAAAAAACY/te6jiBH6CpI/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093483041508320770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rq-v1v6UZgI/AAAAAAAAACY/te6jiBH6CpI/s320/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hey você&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Será que esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente viveu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;Não pode terminar em bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Visitar o meu país agora&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é uma viagem sem volta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I wanna take you home&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se já começou não vou voltar atrás &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é bom pode ficar melhor&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;é muito mais que amizade&lt;br /&gt;e não é bom ficar só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; vem cá,.me ensina&lt;br /&gt;a falar tua língua&lt;br /&gt;além do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;que diz o que uma mulher precisa&lt;br /&gt;sentir &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Remember...&lt;br /&gt;I won’t never ever say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Our love&lt;br /&gt;Is forever alive for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;(Alice Nou e João Ventura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-698630650286809619?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/698630650286809619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=698630650286809619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/698630650286809619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/698630650286809619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/07/amor-distncia_31.html' title='&quot;Amor à distância&quot;'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rq-v1v6UZgI/AAAAAAAAACY/te6jiBH6CpI/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-6576328581986222289</id><published>2007-07-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:21:24.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho Impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RouridVF0GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PoISAk3zor0/s1600-h/sertao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083345212894728290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RouridVF0GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PoISAk3zor0/s320/sertao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sonhar mais um sonho impossível&lt;br /&gt;Lutar quando é fácil ceder&lt;br /&gt;Vencer o inimigo invencível&lt;br /&gt;Negar quando a regra é vender&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer a torutura implacável&lt;br /&gt;Romper a incabível prisão&lt;br /&gt;Voar num limite improvável&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o inacessível chão&lt;br /&gt;É minha lei, é minha questão&lt;br /&gt;Virar esse mundo Cravar esse chão&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa saber&lt;br /&gt;Se é terrível demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas guerras terei que vencer&lt;br /&gt;Por um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã, se esse chão que eu beijei&lt;br /&gt;For meu leito e perdão&lt;br /&gt;Vou saber que valeu delirar&lt;br /&gt;E morrer de paixão&lt;br /&gt;E assim, seja lá como for&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter fim a infinita aflição&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo vai ver uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Brotar do impossível chão"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chico Buarque e Ruy Guerra&lt;/strong&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/25335302-6576328581986222289?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6576328581986222289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=6576328581986222289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6576328581986222289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/6576328581986222289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/07/sonhar-mais-um-sonho-impossvel-lutar.html' title='Sonho Impossível'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RouridVF0GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PoISAk3zor0/s72-c/sertao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-2315509005636018315</id><published>2007-06-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:51:23.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RoAw6ezkukI/AAAAAAAAABs/G4WxEVwh-WE/s1600-h/praia+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080114160933845570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RoAw6ezkukI/AAAAAAAAABs/G4WxEVwh-WE/s320/praia+amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RoAwJuzkujI/AAAAAAAAABk/jL4kETgvgK4/s1600-h/praia+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clamei por você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por alguém diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alguém de outro mundo, assim como eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas não pensei que seria de outro mundo de verdade, do primeiro mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clamei por você...&lt;br /&gt;por alguém inteligente, alto astral&lt;br /&gt;mas não pensei que iria conhecer esse alguém em pleno carnaval...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clamei por conhecer alguém que me fizesse feliz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que me surpreendesse todos os dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas não pensei que seria uma surpresa assim tão louca e ao mesmo tempo tão linda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamei para acordar, para ter os pés no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas não sabia que alguém poderia me levar ao céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fazer tanto bem ao meu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso estar vivendo apenas um sonho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;essas palavras podem ser simplesmente levadas pelo vento, com o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas vou viver este lindo sonho, como jamais vivi algum dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nem que seja apenas sonhando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saudade, Ansiedade, nervosismo, medo, são tantos sentimentos misturados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto vontade também de gritar por socorro, por não saber até onde posso ir com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;você por quem estou deslum&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;brad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a, fascinada, encantada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu posso fazer agora é esperar... deixar rolar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvir o conselho de todo mundo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas seguir apenas a voz de Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a voz do meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-2315509005636018315?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2315509005636018315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=2315509005636018315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2315509005636018315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/2315509005636018315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-brado.html' title='Um brado'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RoAw6ezkukI/AAAAAAAAABs/G4WxEVwh-WE/s72-c/praia+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-1217464827642202105</id><published>2007-06-11T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:00:14.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rm1rNOzkuiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oGSyNhOWx74/s1600-h/namorados+net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rm1rNOzkuiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oGSyNhOWx74/s320/namorados+net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074830230173301282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu jeito de ser e de estar dentro do coração de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sua doçura um tanto amarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A forma que canta e dança algumas músicas: fechando os olhos e indo para outra dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor que sente pela família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A paixão que sente pelos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As conversas que tem com eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como gosta de ouví-los, se interessar pela vida de cada um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sua generosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu mau humor matinal e que às vezes permanece durante todo o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o prazer que sente em ajudar a quem quer que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O rubor do seu rosto quando fica com vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabelos que o vento faz questão de acariciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhos que ficam pequeninos quando a alegria não tem tamanho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor que sente por algumas pessoas, que chega a ser maior que ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma humildade imensa, mas que cabe em qualquer lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma vaidade maquiada com cores suaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu corpo é um grande parque de diversões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso não é uma mulher não... é uma Disneylândia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As palavras que têm a letra S ficam engraçadas quando ditas por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personalidade misteriosa, um enigma que está sempre revelando alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguns dias timidez... outros, embriaguez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inteligência, insegurança, fé,  carência, ansiedade, medo, coragem, chorona, sorriso contagiante, quente, fria, tímida, extrovertida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São tantas coisas em uma só pessoa... coisas que ainda estou descobrindo, e por isso,  cada vez mais me apaixonando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karina, Carrie, Kaika, kaka, Ka...Karina Dantas Perrucho Nou, feliz dia dos namorados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adorei a idéia de Nani (amigona) que me perguntou se eu já tinha comprado o meu presente do dia dos namorados... ela comprou um, mas pra ela mesma.  Como estou $em tempo para comprar, e sem namorado também, (antes só e feliz, que mal acompanhada pelo desespero)  fiz essa homenagem pra mim mesma (!) aqui no blog. Na verdade, eu já estou embrulhada para presente, dentro dessa caixinha de surpresas que sou eu mesma.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 13 de junho é dia de Santo Antônio, dia do santo casamenteiro, porém o que estou pedindo pra ele não é bem um namorado, e sim um emprego. Mas se aparecer aquele alguém, juro que não vou achar ruim. Ele será um presente que me fará esquecer o passado e querer construir um lindo futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Papai do céu, me dá um namorado... lindo, fiel, gentil e ... tarado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Rita Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-1217464827642202105?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1217464827642202105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=1217464827642202105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1217464827642202105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/1217464827642202105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados_11.html' title='Feliz dia dos namorados'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rm1rNOzkuiI/AAAAAAAAABc/oGSyNhOWx74/s72-c/namorados+net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5941473303529946826</id><published>2007-03-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:35:00.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Releituras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RhaEPS-yPpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/exoji6xTQpc/s1600-h/sereia.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RhaEPS-yPpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/exoji6xTQpc/s320/sereia.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050369430470672018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando entro no &lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/"&gt;www.releituras.com&lt;/a&gt;, saio de mim... vou lendo, relendo, admirando as belas obras de escritores como a Lya Luft. O texto "Canção na Plenitude" merece ser lido, relido, decorado... guardado na mente e no coração. Tão lindo e expressa de uma forma tão perfeita o amadurecer. Por isso o coloquei aqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Canção na plenitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Não tenho mais os olhos de menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;nem corpo adolescente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e a pele translúcida há muito se manchou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Há rugas onde havia sedas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;sou uma estrutura agrandada pelos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e o peso dos fardos bons ou ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Carreguei muitos com gosto e alguns com rebeldia.)&lt;br /&gt;O que te posso dar é mais que tudo o que perdi: dou-te os meus ganhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A maturidade que consegue rir quando em outros tempos choraria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;busca te agradar quando antigamente quereria apenas ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Posso dar-te muito mais do que beleza e juventude agora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;esses dourados anos me ensinaram a amar melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;com mais paciência e não menos ardor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a entender-te se precisas, a aguardar-te quando vais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a dar-te regaço de amante e colo de amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e sobretudo força — que vem do aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Isso posso te dar: um mar antigo e confiável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;cujas marés — mesmo se fogem — retornam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;cujas correntes ocultas não levam destroços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mas o sonho interminável das sereias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5941473303529946826?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5941473303529946826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5941473303529946826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5941473303529946826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5941473303529946826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/03/releituras.html' title='Releituras'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RhaEPS-yPpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/exoji6xTQpc/s72-c/sereia.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-5254909628271920593</id><published>2007-03-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:44:32.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisálida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RfwL8YFSaSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L49FO889c_8/s1600-h/cris%C3%A1lida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RfwL8YFSaSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L49FO889c_8/s320/cris%C3%A1lida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042918814632798498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quando é que o homem deixa de ser lagarta e passa a ser crisálida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É quando depois de muito tempo como lagarta, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;passa a sentir &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uma inquietude interna que o chama a ser outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa outra coisa que a lagarta quer ser nem ela mesmo sabe explicar... só sabe que faz parte de uma evolução. E para evoluir ela precisa sofrer algumas mudanças. Sofrer mesmo, enfrentar os medos, vencer a si mesma... e para isso se enclausura, reflete, medita. Entra num casulo no qual procura se auto-conhecer e perceber que pode sim se transformar em algo bem melhor... que pode deixar de rasteijar, e agora, reagir! que pode buscar outro jeito de ser , de ver e de viver a vida.  E  assim se transforma em crisálida. Neste processo ela se pergunta como pode estar se tornando este ser tão belo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Como se fosse um parto... ela sente que está dando a luz a ela mesma, mas ela nasce de um jeito diferente. Ela renasce mais leve, mais corajosa, aprende a voar, a se libertar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" O que para o inseto é a borboleta, para nós é a alma. A borboleta representa muito bem a espiritualidade porque ela é leve, vive na luz, vive nas alturas. Não come quase nada, apenas bebe de vez em quando uma gotinha de  néctar do cálice das flores, mas geralmente não pousa na terra. A lagarta sempre rasteja pela terra enquanto a borboleta voa pelos ares."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-5254909628271920593?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5254909628271920593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=5254909628271920593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5254909628271920593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/5254909628271920593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/03/crislida.html' title='Crisálida'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RfwL8YFSaSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L49FO889c_8/s72-c/cris%C3%A1lida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-7965191544425149532</id><published>2007-01-30T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:57:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casinha de biscoitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RlRII_V7nOI/AAAAAAAAABI/HhN71iysP18/s1600-h/anuncio+Fabise+-+Habitacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RlRII_V7nOI/AAAAAAAAABI/HhN71iysP18/s320/anuncio+Fabise+-+Habitacional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754799978224866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rb87ZLb3htI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nFPOusfNWPo/s1600-h/anuncio+Fabise+-+Habitacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/Rb87ZLb3htI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nFPOusfNWPo/s320/anuncio+Fabise+-+Habitacional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025801012921206482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A criação deste anúncio tem uma história interessante... foi uma homenagem que a Fabise fez para a Habitacional. Quando a gente fala em Habitacional, lembra logo de casa né? moradia, lar... daí tive a idéia... (que antes parecia uma viagem, houveram até risadas na criação ) por que não fazer uma casinha de biscoito? terá sido um eco da história de João e Maria? (a casa feita de guloseimas que eles ficam qndo se perdem na floresta) Bem, se foi eu não sei... só sei que Gustavo (Múltipla) aprovou a idéia e ele e André (Diretor de arte Tot@l) começaram a construir (e construíram mesmoo!) a casinha de biscoitos. Depois tiraram foto e mexeram um pouquinho... ficou linda não foi? simples e linda... um sonho mesmo. Beijos com sabor de biscoito para todos! Até mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-7965191544425149532?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7965191544425149532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=7965191544425149532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7965191544425149532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/7965191544425149532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/01/casinha-de-biscoitos.html' title='Casinha de biscoitos'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/RlRII_V7nOI/AAAAAAAAABI/HhN71iysP18/s72-c/anuncio+Fabise+-+Habitacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-116896528919600635</id><published>2007-01-16T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:12:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mundo da redação publicitária...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5711/2646/1600/985415/Outdoor%20Village%20-%20Top%20Correio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5711/2646/320/560957/Outdoor%20Village%20-%20Top%20Correio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava olhando alguns portfólios virtuais... e me perguntei:  por que você ainda não fez isso tb no karinanoutromundo?... sei que vc quer mostrar um outro mundo, um mundo que é seu, mas que você mesma desconhece. Um mundo que você inventa para despertar a curiosidade dos loucos... "Karinanoutromundo... que mundo é esse em que ela vive? em que mundo ela pensa que vive? pra que mundo ela vai quando começa a escrever? quando tem vontade de colocar aqui alguma coisa? bem, hoje eu quero mostrar pra todo mundo... (para todos os mundos, afinal de contas, cada cabeça, o seu mundo) ... quero mostrar uma peça publicitária... criei esta frase(isso mesmo, CRIEI! não só a frase, mas tb pensei na imagem, e o resto o diretor de arte e criação Gustavo fez) quando trabalhava na Múltipla propaganda... para a campanha do Motel Village...ele foi premiado pela quinta vez pelo Top of mind... achei que ficou tão massa... faz um tempinho já, mas acho que vale a pena mostrar aqui... depois mostro outras das poucas  coisinhas que aprontei... não sou muito fã deste mundo... o mundo da vaidade... vai ver que esta publicitária pertence a outro mundo mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-116896528919600635?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/116896528919600635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=116896528919600635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116896528919600635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116896528919600635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-mundo-da-redao-publicitria.html' title='No mundo da redação publicitária...'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-116586810340049114</id><published>2006-12-11T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:15:03.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPERANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5711/2646/1600/447720/casulooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5711/2646/320/717983/casulooo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lá bem no alto do décimo segundo andar do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vive uma louca chamada  Esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ela pensa que quando todas as sirenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas as buzinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos os reco-recos tocarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atira-se, e... Ó delicioso vôo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela será encontrada miraculosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;incólume na calçada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outra vez criança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E em torno dela, indagará o povo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Como é o teu nome, meninazinha de olhos verdes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E elas lhes dirá:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(É preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela lhes dirá bem devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;para que não esqueçam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- O meu nome é ES-PE-RAN-ÇA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;/span&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/25335302-116586810340049114?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/116586810340049114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=116586810340049114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116586810340049114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116586810340049114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2006/12/esperana.html' title='ESPERANÇA'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25335302.post-116551929057843703</id><published>2006-12-07T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:18:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quê serve uma canção?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Uma canção é pra acender o sol no coração da pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra fazer brilhar como um farol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; o som depois que ressoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Uma canção é pra trazer calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Deixar a vida mais quente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra puxar o fio da paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; No labirinto da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra consertar, pra defender a cidadela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra celebrar, pra reunir bairro e favela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Uma canção me veio sem querer naquela hora difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Joguei-a logo nesse iê-iê-iê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por profissão ou por vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra clarear a escuridão que o mundo encerra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra balançar, pra reunir o céu e a terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Uma canção é pra fazer o SOL NASCER DE NOVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra cantar o que nos encantou na companhia do povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra consertar, pra defender a cidadela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra celebrar, pra reunir bairro e favela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Uma canção é pra acender o sol no coração da pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra fazer brilhar como um farol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; O som depois que ressoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra clarear a escuridão que o mundo encerra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra balançar, pra reunir o céu e a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Uma canção é pra isso. (Skank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25335302-116551929057843703?l=karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/feeds/116551929057843703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25335302&amp;postID=116551929057843703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116551929057843703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25335302/posts/default/116551929057843703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karinanoutromundo.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-qu-serve-uma-cano.html' title='Para quê serve uma canção?'/><author><name>karina Nou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058536512467009313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnkQ0rpZ-Hg/SvRUwJVwftI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HeS4peGy1FM/S220/IMG_1436.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
