<?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-14761678</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:23.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo se transforma em música...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-114922014181239302</id><published>2006-06-02T10:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:56:20.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="149" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Veja você onde é que o barco foi desaguar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- A gente só queria o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Deus parece, às vezes, se esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Ai, não fala isso, por favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Esse é só o começo do fim da nossa vida. Deixa chegar o sonho, prepara uma avenida, que a gente vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;- Veja você, quando é que tudo foi desabar. A gente corre pra se esconder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- E se amar, se amar até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Sem saber que o fim já vai chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Deixa o moço bater, que eu cansei da nossa fuga. Já não vejo motivos pra um amor de tantas rugas não ter o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;- Abre a janela agora, deixa que o sol te veja. É só lembrar que o amor é tão maior, que estamos sós no céu. Abre as cortinas pra mim, que eu não me escondo de ninguém. O amor já desvendou nosso lugar e agora esta de bem!&lt;br /&gt;- Diz: quem é maior que o amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me abraça forte agora, que é chegada a nossa hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Vem, vamos além. Vão dizer que a vida é passageira, sem notar que a nossa estrela vai cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(porque eu adoro essa música com todas as minhas forças)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Conversa de Botas Batidas, Los Hermanos*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-114922014181239302?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/114922014181239302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=114922014181239302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114922014181239302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114922014181239302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/06/veja-voc-onde-que-o-barco-foi-desaguar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-114454241542194813</id><published>2006-04-08T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:30:43.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/200279777-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/200279777-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque meu bem faz aninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Porque meu bem faz aninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;um raio de sol dourado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;entrelaçou mil carinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;pelo céu, de lado a lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Um ramo de beijos ternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;balançava sobre os ninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;entre miosótis eternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque meu bem faz aninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque meu bem faz aninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o rei, o valete, a sota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mais a fada e os anõezinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dançaram samba e gavota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A nuvem mais cor-de-rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;enfeitou-se de gatinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de bigode à Rui Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque meu bem faz aninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Porque meu bem faz aninhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eu ganhei um chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que tinha sete gostinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;todos do melhor quilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hoje eu brinco, pulo, canto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;assim como os passarinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e mais eu canto me encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque meu bem faz aninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*You mean everything to me, Shawn Mullins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-114454241542194813?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/114454241542194813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=114454241542194813' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114454241542194813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114454241542194813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/04/porque-meu-bem-faz-aninhos-porque-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-114209004538231594</id><published>2006-03-11T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:25:48.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/crianasII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/crianasII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tá na hora da turma cantar, cantar, cantar, cantar: tchau preguiça, tchau sujeira, adeus cheirinho de suor, que não cansa de tentar o mundo dominar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os seus problemas você deve esquecer. Isso é viver, é aprender. E isso o búfalo falou que é bom. (muito bom!)&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, quero ver o amor crescer, mas se a dor nascer, você resistir e sorrir. Sorrir como se já tivesse vivido um lindo conto infantil onde tudo era magia.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e você também pode ser louca por pipoca e guaraná.&lt;br /&gt;(tomou?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~ Porque descobri que eu e &lt;a href="http://pipoca_doce.blogger.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nunca deixaremos de ser crianças. Nunca! ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Saiba, Adriana Partimpim*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-114209004538231594?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/114209004538231594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=114209004538231594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114209004538231594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114209004538231594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/03/t-na-hora-da-turma-cantar-cantar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-114158618037389573</id><published>2006-03-05T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:24:08.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/kiwi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Felicidade, quando entra, sem nem pedir licença, resolve ficar e não sair mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não que esteja reclamando, de jeito nenhum, mas é porque quando está sob influência da tal felicidade, ela irradia sorrisos e luz e brilhinho nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Porque eles são metades da coisa-mais-bonita-que-existir, mas são complementares, nada de suplementares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E fica, em casa, valsando como valsa uma criança que entra na roda se julgando amada ao som dos bandolins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Bandolins, Oswaldo Montenegro*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-114158618037389573?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/114158618037389573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=114158618037389573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114158618037389573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114158618037389573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/03/felicidade-quando-entra-sem-nem-pedir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-114075362523276190</id><published>2006-02-24T09:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:04:18.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15377171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="220" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15377171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enfim, depois de tanto tempo fora, depois de tantas aventuras em cidade desconhecida, depois de reencontrar família distante em cidade feia, chego.&lt;br /&gt;Chego pra botar ordem na casa.&lt;br /&gt;Chego pra matar as saudades. Saudades daquelas doídas e choradas e estranhas. Do tipo que nunca senti na minha vida inteirinha.&lt;br /&gt;Chego pra que ele perceba que é ele!&lt;br /&gt;Chego pra dar parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei antes do carnaval e tenho que aguentar todo o inferno dessa cidade insuportável nessa época do ano. Mas ele tá comigo e é isso que importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Meu guarda-chuva, Paula Lima*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-114075362523276190?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/114075362523276190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=114075362523276190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114075362523276190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/114075362523276190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/02/enfim-depois-de-tanto-tempo-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113677221342516017</id><published>2006-01-09T16:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:53:29.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/0768-010107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="209" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/0768-010107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A florzinha passa o primeiro final de semana do ano novo sorrindo o tempo inteirinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pra começar, assiste a filme lindo que entra na lista dos preferidos e a um outro com crianças inteligentes que passam por diversas desventuras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Recebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; notícias ótimas da estrelinha que atravessou o oceano e da felicidade que é a sua vida do lado de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Depois, passa o dia com seu beija-flor, que é o mais fofo do mundo inteiro. Juntos eles riem, fazem compras e cozinham. São felizes em tempo integral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Por último, mas não menos importante, ela vê (quase todas) as suas meninas, que são as flores mais bonitas e queridas do universo. E se lembra o quanto é bom tê-las por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E, pra melhorar tudinho, gotinhas de chuva resolveram dançar por essa cidade insuportavelmente quente durante o fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, ela recebeu também um convite mais que especial, mas ainda é segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Por todos esses motivos, ela tem que concordar que &lt;a href="http://www.cracatoa.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;amar nunca cabe em nenhum lugar. Nem no peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*You go to my head, Billie Holiday*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[Vielen Dank, Cracatoa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113677221342516017?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113677221342516017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113677221342516017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113677221342516017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113677221342516017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2006/01/florzinha-passa-o-primeiro-final-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113570565358269889</id><published>2005-12-27T14:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:50:11.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/gua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/gua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Espero tanta coisa para esse ano novo que bate na porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que muita coisa boa venha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que as pessoas sejam melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que as coisas ruins sumam do mapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que a felicidade não desgrude nunca mais de mim. Nem do dono do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que a sorte caia de cabeça na vida de quem eu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espero que a água do mar lave toda a sujeira desse mundo e fique tudo limpinho limpinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pra que o ano novo comece bonito e que tudo permaneça bonito durante todos os anos que vierem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Reflexo condicionado - Eva Cavalcante*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113570565358269889?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113570565358269889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113570565358269889' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113570565358269889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113570565358269889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/12/espero-tanta-coisa-para-esse-ano-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113494609306020440</id><published>2005-12-18T20:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:05:05.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/200258754-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/200258754-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tempo de férias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tempo de ser mais e mais e mais feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tempo de passar mais tempo com ele (se o estágio deixar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tempo de voar sem precisar de aviões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uiuiui, quanta coisa boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(feliz*feliz*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Spij Kochanie, Spij (Kayah) - Emir Kusturica &amp;amp; Goran Bregovic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[porque tempos felizes exigem músicas felizes como as do Kusturica]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113494609306020440?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113494609306020440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113494609306020440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113494609306020440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113494609306020440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/12/tempo-de-frias-tempo-de-ser-mais-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113312178568779045</id><published>2005-11-27T16:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:26:40.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15250075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15250075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tarde linda, super bem acompanhada e regada a pavê feito especialmente pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ele me faz tão bem... Fico pensando e lembrando e relembrando dos momentos bem bonitos e mágicos que passamos, com p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;és descalços na terra e sonhos calçados de paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso nele todo dia. Ele é minha alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Liebe ist, Nena*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113312178568779045?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113312178568779045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113312178568779045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113312178568779045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113312178568779045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/11/tarde-linda-super-bem-acompanhada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113219434348941798</id><published>2005-11-17T08:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:07:21.880-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A florzinha tem uma amiga-irmã-estrela. E essa estrelinha resolveu tomar outros rumos, conhecer novos caminhos, andar com suas próprias pernas.&lt;br /&gt;A estrelinha vai e a florzinha fica. Fica desejando &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muitamuitamuita* sorte&lt;/span&gt; para a estrelinha, que vai cheia de planos e medos e esperanças e agonias e memórias, inclusive da florzinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; amo, hein estrelinha!"&lt;/span&gt; é o que diz a florzinha antes de cair uma lágrima dos seus olhos e acenar para o alto, esperando que sua irmã visse. Mal sabia ela que a sua irmã não via o seu aceno, apenas o sentia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*99 Luftballons, Nena*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[que esses 99 balõezinhos atravessem o oceano e levem&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muitas felicidades&lt;/span&gt; para a estrelinha e para o seu Neno]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113219434348941798?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113219434348941798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113219434348941798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113219434348941798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113219434348941798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/11/florzinha-tem-uma-amiga-irm-estrela_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113149495467309661</id><published>2005-11-08T21:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:10:37.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/ab69135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="192" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/ab69135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nem acredita nas coisas felizes que tem vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Será que merece tanta felicidade assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Torce, com todas as suas forças, para que essa felicidade não vá embora nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"É, amo muito tudo isso!" Pensa ela enquanto ouve músicas mais que queridas e sorri, sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Os Presentes, Eliana Printes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113149495467309661?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113149495467309661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113149495467309661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113149495467309661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113149495467309661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/11/nem-acredita-nas-coisas-felizes-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-113071306571564531</id><published>2005-10-30T19:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:01:33.193-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/AX077010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/AX077010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A menina tem tido dias tão dançantes e alegres e vibrantes e musicais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sentimento, que cresce cada dia que passa, nutre a vontade de sair cantando e dançando por todos os caminhos, pelos cômodos da casa e por todos os lugares que ela vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vai a loja de livros que mais gosta, almoça com ele, vê filme de mãos dadas com direito a carinhos e chocolate, e a vontade de dançar aumenta e aumenta e aumenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E se você fecha o olho, a menina ainda dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*A menina dança, Marisa Monte*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-113071306571564531?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/113071306571564531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=113071306571564531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113071306571564531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/113071306571564531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/10/menina-tem-tido-dias-to-danantes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112950909769335247</id><published>2005-10-16T21:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:33:11.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15245764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="165" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15245764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dia &lt;strong&gt;inteirinho&lt;/strong&gt; com dono do coração a deixa leve. Volta pra casa e lembra de coisas bonitas e faz planos consigo mesma e sonha coisas fofas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pensa também pra qual lugar vão viajar em fevereiro. Sim, viagens acadêmicas juntos podem ser extremamente produtivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fazem planos, desta vez juntos, de como vão e pra onde vão. Estão indecisos entre a cidade dos braços abertos e a cidade perto da cidade cultural das nuvens pretas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Como isso ainda tá longe, ela fica no mundinho dela pensando nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E sim, ela é muito feliz com ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Princesa, Ludov*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112950909769335247?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112950909769335247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112950909769335247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112950909769335247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112950909769335247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-inteirinho-com-dono-do-corao-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112889966968354132</id><published>2005-10-09T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:14:29.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15366856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15366856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A menina faz as atividades que mais gosta e se sente a criança mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sai com seu garoto, vê filme-de-país-de-língua-amada e acha tudo lindin. Inclusive o cinema, que é lindo de morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Enquanto ela brinca no seu balanço preferido, recebe notícia que a deixa mais feliz ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pra completar minha felicidade, pensa a menina, tomara que amanhã o céu fique bem nublado e que as gotinhas d'água resolvam dançar pela terra. Do jeitinho que eu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[e que assim seja].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*The long and winding road, the Beatles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112889966968354132?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112889966968354132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112889966968354132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112889966968354132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112889966968354132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/10/menina-faz-as-atividades-que-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112769003130622221</id><published>2005-09-25T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:57:22.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4211/1346/1600/Never%20ender.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4211/1346/200/Never%20ender.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sim, o cantarolar da boneca-gata foi hiper especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cantou junto com a boneca-gata, cantou para o dono do coração as canções mais bonitas e cantou baixinho, para ela mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gravou tudo na sua memória e no seu celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Saiu do lugar mágico com olhinhos brilhando como estrelinhas e um sorriso enorme, do tamanho do universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E, para deixar a noite melhor ainda, o dono do coração disse coisas fofasfofas*, deixando a noite especial com cor e sabor de morangos vermelhinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our movies always end like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Vem, Vanessa da Mata*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112769003130622221?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112769003130622221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112769003130622221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112769003130622221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112769003130622221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/09/sim-o-cantarolar-da-boneca-gata-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112675034174049731</id><published>2005-09-15T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:13:23.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/CRB003876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/CRB003876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ama um beija-flor. E ele é só seu.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser uma criança, já sabe o que quer para o seu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe que quer ser feliz com seu beija-flor.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe também que quer ser uma bela flor quando crescer. Só não decidiu ainda qual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sunrise, Norah Jones*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112675034174049731?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112675034174049731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112675034174049731' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112675034174049731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112675034174049731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/09/ela-ama-um-beija-flor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112644726172048335</id><published>2005-09-11T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:06:47.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/Monet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/Monet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Tanto Monet como Alice morreram antes de eu nascer, disse Jean Marie. Quem tomava conta de tudo aqui era a filha de Alice, Blanche, a irmã da minha avó. Nós a chamávamos de &lt;strong&gt;Lan-Lan &lt;/strong&gt;e a criançada toda a adorava, porque ela era mesmo um amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que chique, eu tenho o mesmo apelido da enteada de Monet! UEBA! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Yellow submarine, The Beatles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112644726172048335?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112644726172048335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112644726172048335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112644726172048335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112644726172048335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/09/tanto-monet-como-alice-morreram-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112574452177598286</id><published>2005-09-03T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:48:41.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="131" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/Hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Manhã de relatórios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pensamentos químico-farmacêuticos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mas logo vem a tarde e tudo fica verde! (sim, verde é sua cor preferida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Carinhos, sorrisos, beijinhos e outras coisitas mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Noite com sorvete e sorriso de criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(tudo isso é tão bom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where you lead, Carole King*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112574452177598286?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112574452177598286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112574452177598286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112574452177598286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112574452177598286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/09/manh-de-relatrios.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112510951924747518</id><published>2005-08-27T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:39:45.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Existem dois tipos de pessoas no mundo: as agonistas e as antagonistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Entre as agonistas, existem as totais, parciais e inversas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As agonistas totais são aquelas que deslocam totalmente o equilíbrio da reação no sentido da felicidade. As agonistas parciais fazem o mesmo, porém parcialmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As agonistas inversas se ligam as tristezas e deslocam o equilíbrio para o sentido ruim, tendo efeito contrário ao das duas acima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As antagonistas, que podem ser parciais ou totais, se ligam as tristezas e as alegrias e não reproduzem resposta nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(e eu acho que estou ficando louca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Alhup, Alhup - Zsazsabuschkow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112510951924747518?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112510951924747518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112510951924747518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112510951924747518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112510951924747518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/08/existem-dois-tipos-de-pessoas-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112466540815062630</id><published>2005-08-22T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:03:28.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/blankets.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/blankets.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/blankets.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ela gosta muito do menino, sabe? E não se contenta em não dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Passa tardes adoráveis, apesar de receber notícias ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ela tenta, de todas as formas, ajudar quem precisa. Queria ser uma fada madrinha para que as tristezas fossem embora. Mas isso fica só no desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E, ainda assim, ela é feliz e sorri ao ver brincadeiras de criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Kriptonita, Ludov*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112466540815062630?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112466540815062630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112466540815062630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112466540815062630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112466540815062630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/08/ela-gosta-muito-do-menino-sabe-e-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112397940722440060</id><published>2005-08-13T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:17:46.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida ensinara, outrora, que tinha que aproveitá-la e aprender diversas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Assim ela o faz, como menina obediente que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E assim ela vai vivendo, num mundinho cheio de bolinhas de sabão e feliz feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Todas elas juntas num só ser, Lenine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112397940722440060?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112397940722440060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112397940722440060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112397940722440060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112397940722440060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/08/vida-ensinara-outrora-que-tinha-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112350921575680808</id><published>2005-08-08T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:37:28.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/Raiox.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Boa tarde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Boa tarde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Por favor, o que é isso que está brilhando no meu raio X? Pode me dizer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"É uma carta... Uma carta de amor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Mas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Ele diz que está tão triste só e pede pra eu voltar! Ai ai..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Senhora, me desculpe, mas não é isso. Por favor, olhe no monitor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Oh, é uma caixa! São meus discos, me desculpe. Agora eu já posso ir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Sim, sim. Boa tarde e boa viagem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Obrigada e boa tarde para o senhor também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*No aeroporto, Pato Fu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(não me canso de ouvir esse cd!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112350921575680808?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112350921575680808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112350921575680808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112350921575680808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112350921575680808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/08/boa-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112315550448856330</id><published>2005-08-04T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:45:40.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15226465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="187" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/42-15226465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estava sentada na sua pratileira tentando entender o porquê de existir gente tão pequena que quer prejudicar os outros com ações tão baixas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Achava que toda cura para todo mal estava no hipoglós, no merthiolate e no sonrisal, mas concluiu que estava errada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Então pensou no amor... Sim, o amor é capaz de solucionar problemas, mas logo viu que pessoas desse tipo são incapazes de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ainda bem que eu tenho meu amor, pensou a boneca, e foi dormir na sua pratileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(e tem mesmo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Uh uh uh, la la la, ié ié!, Pato fu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112315550448856330?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112315550448856330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112315550448856330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112315550448856330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112315550448856330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/08/estava-sentada-na-sua-pratileira.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112286292720079384</id><published>2005-07-31T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:31:49.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/AX032499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="169" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/_islane_/AX032499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Como anda o coração?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem... muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;- E o amor?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm... Bombombom como pipas de framboesa!!!&lt;br /&gt;- O amor é tão bom!&lt;br /&gt;- Concordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I feel fine, The Beatles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14761678-112286292720079384?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112286292720079384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112286292720079384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112286292720079384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112286292720079384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/07/como-anda-o-corao-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14761678.post-112248722495712982</id><published>2005-07-27T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:30:44.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4211/1346/1600/th_Amanda7008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4211/1346/320/th_Amanda7008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E a vidinha anda tão bonita!&lt;br /&gt;Cultura, amor, amigas...&lt;br /&gt;(se melhorar, estraga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Você vai me seguir, Chico Buarque*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/14761678-112248722495712982?l=musikerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/feeds/112248722495712982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14761678&amp;postID=112248722495712982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112248722495712982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14761678/posts/default/112248722495712982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikerin.blogspot.com/2005/07/e-vidinha-anda-to-bonita-cultura-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mädchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03747526118088066181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
