<?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-8083074403139866199</id><updated>2012-01-26T11:48:57.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabíola Martins</title><subtitle type='html'>ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤHá um grande silêncio dentro de mim, e esse silêncio tem sido a fonte de minhas palavras. Clarice Lispector</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5810609558173147122</id><published>2012-01-26T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:48:57.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd9OG3th1qE/TyGqvJ70n3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/FHhltg16jNA/s1600/tumblr_lsm015Q1IN1qi1ge5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd9OG3th1qE/TyGqvJ70n3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/FHhltg16jNA/s320/tumblr_lsm015Q1IN1qi1ge5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Tenho aprendido com o tempo que a felicidade vibra na frequência das coisas mais simples. Que o que amacia a vida, acende o riso, convida a alma pra brincar, são essas imensas coisas pequeninas bordadas com fios de luz no tecido áspero do cotidiano."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5810609558173147122?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5810609558173147122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/tenho-aprendido-com-o-tempo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5810609558173147122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5810609558173147122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/tenho-aprendido-com-o-tempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd9OG3th1qE/TyGqvJ70n3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/FHhltg16jNA/s72-c/tumblr_lsm015Q1IN1qi1ge5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6930468722259422073</id><published>2012-01-18T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:59:16.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUCconyV5wU/Txb5Ldt0tMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cuP4OCMUw0U/s1600/31802f4406589dd45f68c4733b6b203f94ba7a4b.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUCconyV5wU/Txb5Ldt0tMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cuP4OCMUw0U/s200/31802f4406589dd45f68c4733b6b203f94ba7a4b.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Penso em ti como um desejo interrompido&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;que se teceu na minha memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;E sonho-te mais do que te recordo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Seleciono. Invento-te um nome, um rosto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Reconstruo. Reconstruo-te.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Peça a peça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Minuciosamente – real ou irreal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Assim te lembro."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Amélia Pais&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-6930468722259422073?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6930468722259422073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/penso-em-ti-como-um-desejo-interrompido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6930468722259422073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6930468722259422073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/penso-em-ti-como-um-desejo-interrompido.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUCconyV5wU/Txb5Ldt0tMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cuP4OCMUw0U/s72-c/31802f4406589dd45f68c4733b6b203f94ba7a4b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1429392918038538065</id><published>2012-01-13T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:21:21.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 11px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwowUD06Qf0/TxA9SnkmRGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/i5OGBwk__SI/s1600/avessod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwowUD06Qf0/TxA9SnkmRGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/i5OGBwk__SI/s320/avessod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Esse jeito esquisito que Jesus tinha de preferir os piores me faz pensar na beleza dos avessos, às vezes a gente, na pressa de encontrar, não vê.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes na minha vida eu desprezei as pessoas porque eu considerei o agora? É tão doído, né? A gente ser visto somente a partir do presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando as pessoas olham pra gente e só enxergam aquilo que a gente tem no momento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isso é fascinante em Jesus.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso Ele era capaz de preferir quem Ele preferia. Porque Jesus não era um homem que se prendia no presente…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu acredito - e acho interessante isso - que os amantes nunca esgotam as criaturas amadas. Porque o amor sobrevive de futuro, né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele consegue enxergar o que a gente ainda não viu… A pessoa que ama consegue enxergar o que o outro ainda não é. Vê o avesso. Vê o contrário da situação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É tão bonito a gente pensar que a beleza do tecido tem um sustento, uma trama que está por trás de tudo isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Compreender as pessoas, amá-las, só é possível a partir do momento que a gente entra na trama do avesso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a gente não enxerga somente aquilo que os olhos podem revelar, podem conhecer, mas sobretudo aquilo que ainda está oculto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deus nos ama assim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque consegue enxergar o que a gente ainda não é, mas o que a gente ainda pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 11px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pe. Fábio de Melo&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-1429392918038538065?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1429392918038538065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/esse-jeito-esquisito-que-jesus-tinha-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1429392918038538065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1429392918038538065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/esse-jeito-esquisito-que-jesus-tinha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwowUD06Qf0/TxA9SnkmRGI/AAAAAAAAAhk/i5OGBwk__SI/s72-c/avessod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4880693947094772212</id><published>2012-01-09T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:06:16.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aX8nE95kEuI/TwsCN8bZA2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/_q7SUW9L5HU/s1600/tumblr_lwokcsnQoq1qfkdu0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aX8nE95kEuI/TwsCN8bZA2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/_q7SUW9L5HU/s320/tumblr_lwokcsnQoq1qfkdu0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="q" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="q" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não tenho muitas respostas. O que eu tenho é fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;E uma vontade bonita, toda minha, de crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;(Ana Jácomo)&lt;/strong&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/8083074403139866199-4880693947094772212?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4880693947094772212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-tenho-muitas-respostas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4880693947094772212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4880693947094772212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-tenho-muitas-respostas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aX8nE95kEuI/TwsCN8bZA2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/_q7SUW9L5HU/s72-c/tumblr_lwokcsnQoq1qfkdu0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1396786132109996963</id><published>2011-12-30T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:12:52.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas do que se foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_f_2os44qXs/Tv58xGc1eQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RZL-cyp8ZrU/s1600/copacabana5620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_f_2os44qXs/Tv58xGc1eQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RZL-cyp8ZrU/s1600/copacabana5620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_f_2os44qXs/Tv58xGc1eQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RZL-cyp8ZrU/s320/copacabana5620.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;É né, mais um ano que se vai e outro novinho em folha ta aí, esperando ansiosamente por todos nós. Mas me digam, como seria a vida não se tivessem os períodos separando. Anos por exemplo, imagina se eles não mudassem. Quanta tortura, porque é exatamente nisso, nessa esperança de que no próximo ano tudo que não deu certo esse vai começar a dar, que a gente se agarra. Colocamos imensas expectativas todos os anos pra o próximo, pedindo, rezando, orando, pra que se tenha mais saúde, mais amor, mais paz, mais união, mais tudo de bom. E é, a gente pede – nem que indiretamente – que todos os nossos sonhos e desejos se realizam nesse próximo ano que estar por vir, que as coisas comecem a mudar de uma forma positiva pra o nosso lado. Mais é aí que está o x da questão. Acham mesmo que as coisas vão mudar se as atitudes de vocês continuarem as mesmas? Sinto lhes dizer, mas não, não vão. Aproveitem que mais um ano está aí, Deus deu a vocês mais uma chance – &lt;b&gt;assim como ele dá todos os dias&lt;/b&gt; – comecem a rever todas as atitudes, vejam o que precisam mudar, o que precisa ser deixado com estar. Porque somos nós que escrevemos nossa história, se a gente não mudar, ela também não muda. Vamos começar a se doar mais, a não ter medo de dizer “eu te amo”, começar a lutar pelos seus sonhos, pelos seus amores. Acham mesmo que eles vão bater na sua porta? Não, não vão. A gente tem mais é que correr atrás mesmo. Começar a dar valor as coisas que temos, antes de perder, porque depois que perde, não faz mais diferença. O negocio é fazer a diferença AGORA. E nada melhor do que um longo ano pra começar a por isso em prática? É, também to nesse barco. Preciso mudar muitas coisas em mim, imensas na verdade. Mas venho tentando, dia pós dia. Tem gente que gosta de fazer listinhas de metas pra o ano – o que é uma coisa muito boa, nos impulsiona a fazer, a não desistir –, confesso que sempre fiz, mas esse ano to achando melhor não fazer tantos planos. Mesmo porque eu sempre perdia minhas listinhas, nunca marcava se tinha conseguido aquilo ou não e depois de tantas tentativas frustradas acabei desistindo. Mas é isso, pensamento positivo na virada do ano e que &lt;b&gt;2012 seja LINDO&lt;/b&gt;! To contando com isso. Que Deus os abençoe e que esse ano seja de muita felicidade, conquista, união, alegria, amor, amizade, descobertas, aprendizados e todo aquele blá-blá-blá de sempre. E é isso, façam uma retrospectiva de 2011 na própria cabeça de vocês, guardem os bons momentos e dos ruins, tirem só a parte boa (o aprendizado) e aproveitem a desculpa de “final de ano” e façam o bem pra vocês e pra os outros que estão ao seu redor. &lt;b&gt;E principalmente não deixem de dizer o quanto as pessoas que vocês amam são importantes, afinal, a gente nunca sabe se vai ter mais um ano ao lado deles&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-1396786132109996963?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1396786132109996963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/marcas-do-que-se-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1396786132109996963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1396786132109996963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/marcas-do-que-se-foi.html' title='Marcas do que se foi...'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_f_2os44qXs/Tv58xGc1eQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RZL-cyp8ZrU/s72-c/copacabana5620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8120088175886047987</id><published>2011-12-26T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:50:56.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não suma repentinamente, se não quiser ser riscado por completo do meu enredo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXb_R7828mc/Tvjd_8CCF1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qk7jg4BCnIM/s1600/tumblr_l5psrqjl5s1qzjwcio1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXb_R7828mc/Tvjd_8CCF1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qk7jg4BCnIM/s1600/tumblr_l5psrqjl5s1qzjwcio1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não tire meu sossego, se não é você quem irá me devolvê-lo mais tarde quando preciso, e não mostre ser o máximo, se tudo que você puder me dar de si, é o mínimo. Não adianta de nada essa sua altura, se você faz questão de jogar baixo, e nem usar o melhor perfume do mundo, se é só o cheiro e na verdade você também joga sujo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não faça bater mais forte meu coração, se quando perto do enfarte, você não construir a ponte safenada capaz de me livrar da loucura e da enfermidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não jure amor eterno, se sua eternidade for somente até amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não me chame de princesa, se quando você for coroado rei, outra rainha for sentar-se ao seu lado. Não me dê flores, se sua vontade, assim como a das plantas, também murchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;. Não demonstre todo um sentimento, se quando com seus amigos e família, ele não parece existe. E não seque minhas lágrimas, se algum dia você também as fizer correr pelo meu rosto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-8120088175886047987?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8120088175886047987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-suma-repentinamente-se-nao-quiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8120088175886047987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8120088175886047987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-suma-repentinamente-se-nao-quiser.html' title='Não suma repentinamente, se não quiser ser riscado por completo do meu enredo.'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXb_R7828mc/Tvjd_8CCF1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qk7jg4BCnIM/s72-c/tumblr_l5psrqjl5s1qzjwcio1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1925844189985012560</id><published>2011-12-24T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:20:17.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Que Jesus seja o natal e não uma parte dele."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPXPABYER1Q/TvaIWEap17I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vnrdGeed_cU/s1600/284653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPXPABYER1Q/TvaIWEap17I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vnrdGeed_cU/s1600/284653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-1925844189985012560?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1925844189985012560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-jesus-seja-o-natal-e-nao-uma-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1925844189985012560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1925844189985012560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-jesus-seja-o-natal-e-nao-uma-parte.html' title='&quot;Que Jesus seja o natal e não uma parte dele.&quot;'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPXPABYER1Q/TvaIWEap17I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vnrdGeed_cU/s72-c/284653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2386485290442296235</id><published>2011-12-12T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:13:35.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r63AQLvbmUM/TuYnrhUy1gI/AAAAAAAAAgw/v31V27nZivo/s1600/382947_276662389047263_197996296913873_758853_2143129781_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r63AQLvbmUM/TuYnrhUy1gI/AAAAAAAAAgw/v31V27nZivo/s1600/382947_276662389047263_197996296913873_758853_2143129781_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Sinto saudades de tudo que marcou a minha vida. Quando vejo retratos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;quando sinto cheiros, quando escuto uma voz, quando me lembro do passado, eu sinto saudades… Sinto saudades de amigos que nunca mais vi, de pessoas com quem não mais falei ou cruzei… Sinto saudades da minha infância, do meu primeiro amor, do meu segundo, do terceiro, do penúltimo e daqueles que ainda vou ter, se Deus quiser…Sinto saudades do presente, que não aproveitei de todo, lembrando do passado e apostando no futuro… Sinto saudades do futuro, que se idealizado, provavelmente não será do jeito que eu penso que vai ser… Sinto saudades de quem me deixou, e de quem eu deixei. Sinto saudades dos que se foram, e de quem não me despedi direito! Daqueles que não tiveram como me dizer adeus; de gente que passou na calçada contrária da minha vida e que só enxerguei de vislumbre! Sinto saudades de coisas que tive e de outras que não tive mas quis muito ter. -&lt;b&gt; Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-2386485290442296235?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2386485290442296235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinto-saudades-de-tudo-que-marcou-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2386485290442296235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2386485290442296235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinto-saudades-de-tudo-que-marcou-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r63AQLvbmUM/TuYnrhUy1gI/AAAAAAAAAgw/v31V27nZivo/s72-c/382947_276662389047263_197996296913873_758853_2143129781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8666820096213325257</id><published>2011-12-01T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:33:39.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKENzei-zD4/Ttdz8o6rmtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FR2jIgBvUD0/s1600/Imagem+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKENzei-zD4/Ttdz8o6rmtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FR2jIgBvUD0/s320/Imagem+011.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Tenham um pouco de paciência comigo vai, é só uma fase em que estou exigente e acho tudo um porre. Um grandessíssimo porre..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-8666820096213325257?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8666820096213325257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenham-um-pouco-de-paciencia-comigo-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8666820096213325257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8666820096213325257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenham-um-pouco-de-paciencia-comigo-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKENzei-zD4/Ttdz8o6rmtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FR2jIgBvUD0/s72-c/Imagem+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5725517004612154108</id><published>2011-12-01T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:31:56.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWlT8DDdYXg/TtdzOQ7O0hI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gdtr6yW1Rmo/s1600/tumblr_lels9xdSQ11qfr6jho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWlT8DDdYXg/TtdzOQ7O0hI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gdtr6yW1Rmo/s320/tumblr_lels9xdSQ11qfr6jho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"As pessoas possuem cicatrizes. Em todos os tipos de lugares inesperados. Como mapas secretos de suas historias pessoais. Diagramas de suas velhas feridas. A maioria de nossas feridas podem sarar, deixando nada além de uma cicatriz. Mas algumas não curam. Algumas feridas podemos carregar conosco a todos os lugares, e embora o corte já não esteja mais presente há muito, a dor ainda permanece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que é pior, novas feridas que são horrivelmente dolorosas ou velhas feridas que deviam ter sarado anos atrás mas nunca o fizeram? Talvez velhas feridas nos ensinem algo. Elas nos lembram onde estivemos e o que superamos. Nos ensinam lições sobre o que evitar no futuro. É como gostamos de pensar. Mas não é o que acontece, é? Algumas coisas nós apenas temos que aprender de novo, e de novo, e de novo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5725517004612154108?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5725517004612154108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-pessoas-possuem-cicatrizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5725517004612154108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5725517004612154108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-pessoas-possuem-cicatrizes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWlT8DDdYXg/TtdzOQ7O0hI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gdtr6yW1Rmo/s72-c/tumblr_lels9xdSQ11qfr6jho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2625671971814103348</id><published>2011-12-01T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:29:03.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbFy2TiRAzY/Ttdyf9VdFOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wAXrmCFYrEk/s1600/tumblr_ltujeoyTpf1r5c9r2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbFy2TiRAzY/Ttdyf9VdFOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wAXrmCFYrEk/s200/tumblr_ltujeoyTpf1r5c9r2o1_500_large.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aberta ao que a vida me dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Flertando com o que ela oferece.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero roteiro, rasguei meu papel.&lt;br /&gt;Improviso com aquilo que não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Estou de caso com o acaso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda Gaona&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-2625671971814103348?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2625671971814103348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/aberta-ao-que-vida-me-da-flertando-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2625671971814103348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2625671971814103348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/aberta-ao-que-vida-me-da-flertando-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbFy2TiRAzY/Ttdyf9VdFOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wAXrmCFYrEk/s72-c/tumblr_ltujeoyTpf1r5c9r2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2378752808248268848</id><published>2011-12-01T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:24:46.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1cWMAp3yG8/TtdxfeJ7n7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UztOohqrI3g/s1600/tumblr_lvixxq7UqO1qhinboo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1cWMAp3yG8/TtdxfeJ7n7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UztOohqrI3g/s320/tumblr_lvixxq7UqO1qhinboo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Despreza tudo, mas de modo que o desprezar não te incomode. Não te julgues superior ao desprezares. A arte do desprezo nobre está nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-2378752808248268848?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2378752808248268848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/despreza-tudo-mas-de-modo-que-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2378752808248268848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2378752808248268848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/12/despreza-tudo-mas-de-modo-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1cWMAp3yG8/TtdxfeJ7n7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UztOohqrI3g/s72-c/tumblr_lvixxq7UqO1qhinboo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7033378885014130840</id><published>2011-11-24T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:25:34.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I38iEqzwlhk/Ts5hUVgWyRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iq9E9uHcocw/s1600/blue-christmas-lights-dress-girl-lights-Favim.com-131345_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I38iEqzwlhk/Ts5hUVgWyRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iq9E9uHcocw/s320/blue-christmas-lights-dress-girl-lights-Favim.com-131345_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela está despedaçada, não consegue mais aguentar o sofrimento… Mas você não vê, ninguém vê, porque ela tem a incrível habilidade de estampar um sorriso na cara, mesmo quando seu mundo está desabando.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-7033378885014130840?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7033378885014130840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/ela-esta-despedacada-nao-consegue-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7033378885014130840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7033378885014130840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/ela-esta-despedacada-nao-consegue-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I38iEqzwlhk/Ts5hUVgWyRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iq9E9uHcocw/s72-c/blue-christmas-lights-dress-girl-lights-Favim.com-131345_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1516178129342690357</id><published>2011-11-24T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:22:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bCfJE6EqqI/Ts5g8q774SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yPlInTJlrc0/s1600/6244611475_78d287f3eb_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bCfJE6EqqI/Ts5g8q774SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yPlInTJlrc0/s320/6244611475_78d287f3eb_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você chora, com a intenção de esvaziar um pouco, ou suprir a dor, de tentar desvencilhar o que tanto te machuca, mas acaba remoendo dentro de si o motivo pelo qual começou a chorar. No começo, funciona. Depois… Você só chora mais e mais.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-1516178129342690357?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1516178129342690357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-chora-com-intencao-de-esvaziar-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1516178129342690357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1516178129342690357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-chora-com-intencao-de-esvaziar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bCfJE6EqqI/Ts5g8q774SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yPlInTJlrc0/s72-c/6244611475_78d287f3eb_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6254103716465557767</id><published>2011-11-22T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:32:12.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pua6pYj2lY4/TsxMczsCo2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Xer53sLuXzs/s1600/tumblr_lv0bfbbGhD1qaiz7oo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pua6pYj2lY4/TsxMczsCo2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Xer53sLuXzs/s320/tumblr_lv0bfbbGhD1qaiz7oo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"O mundo é como um espelho que devolve a cada pessoa o reflexo de seus próprios pensamentos e seus atos. A maneira como você encara a vida é que faz toda diferença. A vida muda, quando "você muda".&lt;b&gt; Luís Fernando Veríssimo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6254103716465557767?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6254103716465557767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mundo-e-como-um-espelho-que-devolve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6254103716465557767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6254103716465557767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mundo-e-como-um-espelho-que-devolve.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pua6pYj2lY4/TsxMczsCo2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Xer53sLuXzs/s72-c/tumblr_lv0bfbbGhD1qaiz7oo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3102709592026219085</id><published>2011-11-08T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:30:40.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xfQWnQASuc/Trk87E-GqzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/f6FQwY64ZWA/s1600/388457_132599773510008_130281510408501_101624_1683343102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xfQWnQASuc/Trk87E-GqzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/f6FQwY64ZWA/s1600/388457_132599773510008_130281510408501_101624_1683343102_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Os limites que você enxerga são os que você mesmo se impõe..."&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-3102709592026219085?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3102709592026219085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-limites-que-voce-enxerga-sao-os-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3102709592026219085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3102709592026219085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-limites-que-voce-enxerga-sao-os-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xfQWnQASuc/Trk87E-GqzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/f6FQwY64ZWA/s72-c/388457_132599773510008_130281510408501_101624_1683343102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5072788495814576180</id><published>2011-11-08T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:26:42.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQkxFPljrUk/Trk8F3R9U-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/yt_bUmDdT_Q/s1600/379825_135974419839210_130281510408501_109395_1836172316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQkxFPljrUk/Trk8F3R9U-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/yt_bUmDdT_Q/s400/379825_135974419839210_130281510408501_109395_1836172316_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;“E quando seus olhos encontraram os meus, senti um clique, como uma chave destravando um cadeado. Acredite, não sou romântico. Embora já tenha ouvido muito sobre amor á primeira vista, nunca acreditei nisso, e ainda não acredito. Mesmo assim, havia algo ali, real e reconhecível, e eu não conseguia desviar o olhar.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;(Querido John)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5072788495814576180?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5072788495814576180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-quando-seus-olhos-encontraram-os-meus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5072788495814576180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5072788495814576180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-quando-seus-olhos-encontraram-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQkxFPljrUk/Trk8F3R9U-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/yt_bUmDdT_Q/s72-c/379825_135974419839210_130281510408501_109395_1836172316_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2643029095213514900</id><published>2011-11-08T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:23:33.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9WlGSpXUY4/Trk69za07QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/eeSmxl9LR48/s1600/304212_136286289808023_130281510408501_110064_1323950388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9WlGSpXUY4/Trk69za07QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/eeSmxl9LR48/s320/304212_136286289808023_130281510408501_110064_1323950388_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"Nossa vida é uma constante viagem, do nascimento à morte. A paisagem muda, as pessoas mudam, as necessidades se transformam, mas o trem segue adiante. A vida é o trem, não a estação."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Paulo Coelho - O Aleph)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-2643029095213514900?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2643029095213514900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/nossa-vida-e-uma-constante-viagem-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2643029095213514900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2643029095213514900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/nossa-vida-e-uma-constante-viagem-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9WlGSpXUY4/Trk69za07QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/eeSmxl9LR48/s72-c/304212_136286289808023_130281510408501_110064_1323950388_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4383127815842908682</id><published>2011-11-08T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:05:47.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhagLCWGIw/Trk3JRE5JhI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zXLRo_3geXc/s1600/tumblr_lptpw87Gus1qg53xjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhagLCWGIw/Trk3JRE5JhI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zXLRo_3geXc/s320/tumblr_lptpw87Gus1qg53xjo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do Dicionário Aurélio: desprendimento, desdém, desprezo. Por que indiferença magoa tanto? Por que machuca tanto? Deveríamos sempre estar preparados para quando isso ocorresse em nossas vidas; afinal, algumas pessoas vão e muitas outras chegam. Mas, indiferença maltrata. Por você ter ouvido um dia tantas palavras, tantas juras, e hoje notar que "tanto faz". Alguém que um dia diz te amar, que exagera em palavras, em carinhos e, depois, você percebe que já não significa nada. Um "eu te amo" deveria ser mais "cauteloso", porque ao mesmo tempo em que ele ilumina a vida, ele pode escurecer um coração. E esta pessoa não mais acreditar em palavras tão bonitas, mas tão banalizadas hoje em dia. Já dizia Renato Russo: "... e hoje? Como é que se diz eu te amo?" Indiferença é não se preocupar, é não cuidar... é não querer saber, é não se importar. É ser feliz sem ligar para o que o outro está sentindo, é dar chance para o superficial e descartar o sentimento. É olhar, mas não ver. É ir, para nunca mais voltar... É não fazer parte mais da sua vida, é estar longe, ainda que perto... É construir barreiras invisíveis, de distâncias infinitas... Ser indiferente com alguém que te ama, aos poucos, vai transformando o amor que esta pessoa sente... até que um dia, ele se torna a própria indiferença .&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-4383127815842908682?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4383127815842908682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/indiferenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4383127815842908682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4383127815842908682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/11/indiferenca.html' title='Indiferença'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhagLCWGIw/Trk3JRE5JhI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zXLRo_3geXc/s72-c/tumblr_lptpw87Gus1qg53xjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6564646649567469419</id><published>2011-10-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:28:15.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8n2U27lGA/TpDcUk1A-II/AAAAAAAAAfU/KL4GwLhyXmM/s1600/tumblr_lsj0osU7uD1qbxpeso1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8n2U27lGA/TpDcUk1A-II/AAAAAAAAAfU/KL4GwLhyXmM/s400/tumblr_lsj0osU7uD1qbxpeso1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“É loucura odiar todas as rosas porque uma te espetou. Entregar todos os teus sonhos porque um deles não se realizou, perder a fé em todas as orações porque em uma não foi atendido, desistir de todos os esforços porque um deles fracassou. É loucura condenar todas as amizades porque uma te traiu, descrer de todo amor porque um deles te foi infiel. É loucura jogar fora todas as chances de ser feliz porque uma tentativa não deu certo. Espero que na tua caminhada não cometas estas loucuras. Lembrando que sempre há uma outra chance, uma outra amizade, um outro amor, uma nova força. Para todo fim, um recomeço.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6564646649567469419?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6564646649567469419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-loucura-odiar-todas-as-rosas-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6564646649567469419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6564646649567469419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-loucura-odiar-todas-as-rosas-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8n2U27lGA/TpDcUk1A-II/AAAAAAAAAfU/KL4GwLhyXmM/s72-c/tumblr_lsj0osU7uD1qbxpeso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6267302548898644030</id><published>2011-10-06T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:38:09.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4x5eLS9bdU/To47kqkkFoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UvzMAaYN5es/s1600/tumblr_lqkavdGdbz1qhwi0mo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4x5eLS9bdU/To47kqkkFoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UvzMAaYN5es/s320/tumblr_lqkavdGdbz1qhwi0mo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele abraço era o lado bom da vida, mas para valorizá-lo eu precisava viver. E que irônico: pra viver eu precisava perdê-lo.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6267302548898644030?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6267302548898644030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquele-abraco-era-o-lado-bom-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6267302548898644030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6267302548898644030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquele-abraco-era-o-lado-bom-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4x5eLS9bdU/To47kqkkFoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UvzMAaYN5es/s72-c/tumblr_lqkavdGdbz1qhwi0mo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1964902661961710613</id><published>2011-09-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:07:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu acredito no mecanismo do infinito,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8719428605251243132" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODfWWsJijDo/TjieSaNAGsI/AAAAAAAABYA/ClvIDtOxKCo/s1600/tumblr_lopi0uR.jpg" style="color: #f01292; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636428972762864322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODfWWsJijDo/TjieSaNAGsI/AAAAAAAABYA/ClvIDtOxKCo/s320/tumblr_lopi0uR.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; height: 214px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;fazendo com que tudo aconteça na hora exata.&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/8083074403139866199-1964902661961710613?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1964902661961710613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-eu-acredito-no-mecanismo-do-infinito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1964902661961710613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1964902661961710613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-eu-acredito-no-mecanismo-do-infinito.html' title='E eu acredito no mecanismo do infinito,'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODfWWsJijDo/TjieSaNAGsI/AAAAAAAABYA/ClvIDtOxKCo/s72-c/tumblr_lopi0uR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4794634432014571572</id><published>2011-09-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:59:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade é que quando você volta, eu mando você ir embora de novo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asoU_DSICHE/TmbG3Nv9OUI/AAAAAAAABf4/xm4lcstiUuA/s1600/lovely%252Cfashion%252Cblogs%252Calone%252Cmiss%252Cyou%252Cinspiration-.jpg" style="clear: right; color: #f081c0; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="133" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649421434468776258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asoU_DSICHE/TmbG3Nv9OUI/AAAAAAAABf4/xm4lcstiUuA/s200/lovely%252Cfashion%252Cblogs%252Calone%252Cmiss%252Cyou%252Cinspiration-.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; height: 213px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E quando você vai embora, eu quero que você volte mais uma vez. É que quando você volta, eu me lembro que as coisas nunca vão ser do jeito que eu queria, e aí eu tenho certeza que se for assim eu fico melhor sozinha. E quando você vai embora de novo, eu me lembro que eu prefiro te ter pelo menos por perto do que não te ter de qualquer jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3434378530340065590" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8083074403139866199-4794634432014571572?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4794634432014571572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/verdade-e-que-quando-voce-volta-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4794634432014571572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4794634432014571572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/verdade-e-que-quando-voce-volta-eu.html' title='A verdade é que quando você volta, eu mando você ir embora de novo.'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asoU_DSICHE/TmbG3Nv9OUI/AAAAAAAABf4/xm4lcstiUuA/s72-c/lovely%252Cfashion%252Cblogs%252Calone%252Cmiss%252Cyou%252Cinspiration-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2223789597278413261</id><published>2011-09-22T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:41:07.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92_d0DgJPXo/TnurH0HjUBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fHidqBNiaWA/s1600/230099_1904310019786_1602819014_1875743_6115776_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92_d0DgJPXo/TnurH0HjUBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fHidqBNiaWA/s400/230099_1904310019786_1602819014_1875743_6115776_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Não sei se o que faço v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ai me fazer mudar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ois minhas tristezas i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;nsistem em ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;as busco em seus passos, forças pra voar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;pouso em seus braços sem medo de errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Há sempre uma escolha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Há sempre um caminho,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;que as folhas do chão vão me indicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ue saem dos meus sonhos, de um simples desejo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ue tive a vida toda de te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;rosa de saron&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-2223789597278413261?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2223789597278413261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-sei-se-o-que-faco-v-ai-me-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2223789597278413261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2223789597278413261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-sei-se-o-que-faco-v-ai-me-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92_d0DgJPXo/TnurH0HjUBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fHidqBNiaWA/s72-c/230099_1904310019786_1602819014_1875743_6115776_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2914788727855105349</id><published>2011-09-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:52:25.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Jesus nunca apontou o dedo para você, e sim, abriu os braços!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnZXzzzqOZ4/Tnpqhoua8XI/AAAAAAAAAfI/obT2dSYNlEE/s1600/jesus-on-the-cross1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnZXzzzqOZ4/Tnpqhoua8XI/AAAAAAAAAfI/obT2dSYNlEE/s1600/jesus-on-the-cross1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus te ama! Ele te aceita do jeito que você é, da maneira como você está agora! Ele não só te aceita, como também te restaura e faz tudo novo na sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"&gt;“Assim que, se alguém está em Cristo, nova criatura é; as coisas velhas já passaram; eis que tudo se fez novo.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;2Cor 5:1&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kDqZMN0uE/Tnpf4mmIQRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/tkfzCBXqwBw/s1600/bible_study_500x375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kDqZMN0uE/Tnpf4mmIQRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/tkfzCBXqwBw/s320/bible_study_500x375.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz: &lt;/b&gt;"Isso é impossível”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Mas ele respondeu: As coisas que são impossíveis aos homens são possíveis a Deus” (Lucas 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz: &lt;/b&gt;“Eu já estou cansado”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz:&lt;/b&gt; “ 28-Vinde a mim, todos os que estais cansados e oprimidos, e eu vos aliviarei.&lt;br /&gt;29- Tomai sobre vós o meu jugo, e aprendei de mim, que sou manso e humilde de coração; e encontrareis descanso para as vossas almas.&lt;br /&gt;30- Porque o meu jugo é suave e o meu fardo é leve.” (Mateus 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Ninguém me ama de verdade”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Porque Deus amou o mundo de tal maneira que deu o seu Filho unigênito, para que todo aquele que nele crê não pereça, mas tenha a vida eterna.” (João 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Não tenho condições”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz: &lt;/b&gt;“E disse-me: A minha graça te basta, porque o meu poder se aperfeiçoa na fraqueza. De boa vontade, pois, me gloriarei nas minhas fraquezas, para que em mim habite o poder de Cristo.” (II. Corintos 12:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Não vejo saída”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz:&lt;/b&gt; “ 5-Confia no SENHOR de todo o teu coração, e não te estribes no teu próprio entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;6- Reconhece-o em todos os teus caminhos, e ele endireitará as tuas veredas.” (Provérbios 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Eu não posso fazer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus diz:&lt;/b&gt; “Posso todas as coisas em Cristo que me fortalece.” (Filipenses 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-42141285326396912?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/42141285326396912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-sou-o-que-biblia-diz-quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/42141285326396912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/42141285326396912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-sou-o-que-biblia-diz-quem-sou-eu.html' title='“Eu sou o que a Bíblia diz quem sou, eu tenho o que a Bíblia diz o que tenho e eu posso aquilo que a Bíblia diz que eu posso&quot;.'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kDqZMN0uE/Tnpf4mmIQRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/tkfzCBXqwBw/s72-c/bible_study_500x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5244682963294627784</id><published>2011-09-14T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:53:08.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjOHtCjZ7cY/TnEiD7GxEEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AcIdAYiR4kE/s1600/6144486772_0856be9277_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjOHtCjZ7cY/TnEiD7GxEEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AcIdAYiR4kE/s400/6144486772_0856be9277_z_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Coloque sua música favorita para tocar, respire fundo e faça o que de melhor sabe fazer: &lt;b&gt;ser você!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando de Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5244682963294627784?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5244682963294627784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/coloque-sua-musica-favorita-para-tocar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5244682963294627784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5244682963294627784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/coloque-sua-musica-favorita-para-tocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjOHtCjZ7cY/TnEiD7GxEEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AcIdAYiR4kE/s72-c/6144486772_0856be9277_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3792758022525050435</id><published>2011-09-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:48:30.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sagZRakf_4U/TnEgwCNYxEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/icbAcw_g6rA/s1600/2554310627_b5786a223b_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sagZRakf_4U/TnEgwCNYxEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/icbAcw_g6rA/s320/2554310627_b5786a223b_z_large.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tá vendo a felicidade ali na frente? Não, você não tá vendo, porque tem uma montanha de dor na frente. Continue andando. Você vai subir, vai sentir frio lá em cima, cansaço. Vai querer desistir, mas não vai desistir, porque você é forte e porque depois do topo a montanha começa a diminuir e o&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;jeito de deixá-la pra trás é continuar andando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;Você vai ser feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-3792758022525050435?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3792758022525050435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/ta-vendo-felicidade-ali-na-frente-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3792758022525050435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3792758022525050435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/ta-vendo-felicidade-ali-na-frente-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sagZRakf_4U/TnEgwCNYxEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/icbAcw_g6rA/s72-c/2554310627_b5786a223b_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4735587367906755208</id><published>2011-09-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:43:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMoVRVcImGk/TnEfJwZIT-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/b1MW6vrPr0Q/s1600/tumblr_lr3sg59LPo1qdew9to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMoVRVcImGk/TnEfJwZIT-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/b1MW6vrPr0Q/s320/tumblr_lr3sg59LPo1qdew9to1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"A vida de ninguém é repleta de momentos perfeitos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E se fosse, não seriam momentos perfeitos. Seriam apenas normais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como você poderia saber o que é a felicidade se nunca tivesse experimentado as quedas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Filme Ps. eu te amo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-4735587367906755208?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4735587367906755208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4735587367906755208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4735587367906755208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMoVRVcImGk/TnEfJwZIT-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/b1MW6vrPr0Q/s72-c/tumblr_lr3sg59LPo1qdew9to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2397977728901578120</id><published>2011-09-12T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:13:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gy10lMRhwU/Tm6NLCQ1IZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/MPxw0j2kpe4/s1600/5922502697_b47a90871e_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gy10lMRhwU/Tm6NLCQ1IZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/MPxw0j2kpe4/s320/5922502697_b47a90871e_z_large.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entenda, é tudo novo pra mim. Nunca precisei tanto de alguém como preciso de você, nunca desejei tanto um sorriso como desejo o seu... &amp;nbsp;Perdão se às vezes meu jeito infantil de reagir te assusta ou te incomoda. Repito, é tudo novo para mim. Sinto-me uma criança confusa diante desse sentimento, sinto-me frágil diante do medo de te perder, sinto-me pequena diante da perfeição que a cada dia descubro em você, sinto-me cega diante da luz e magia que flui naturalmente dos seus olhos e do seu sorriso. Eu não sei o porquê de tudo isso. Não compreendo a imensidão do meu desejo. Desculpe pela infantilidade de te amar que despertou em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Às vezes você tem que esquecer o que você quer, e pensar no que você precisa..."&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/8083074403139866199-2397977728901578120?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2397977728901578120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/entenda-e-tudo-novo-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2397977728901578120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2397977728901578120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/entenda-e-tudo-novo-pra-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gy10lMRhwU/Tm6NLCQ1IZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/MPxw0j2kpe4/s72-c/5922502697_b47a90871e_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-192282830271547294</id><published>2011-09-11T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:52:22.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é o certo ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaNsZsTT17A/Tm1W3Kx42OI/AAAAAAAAAes/DLISyKdB2d8/s1600/1315781334425_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaNsZsTT17A/Tm1W3Kx42OI/AAAAAAAAAes/DLISyKdB2d8/s320/1315781334425_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"Enquanto não encerramos um capítulo, não podemos partir para o próximo. Por isso é tão importante deixar certas coisas irem embora, soltar, desprender-se. As pessoas precisam entender que ninguém está jogando com cartas marcadas, às vezes ganhamos e às vezes perdemos. Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida. Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-4865113881715996636?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4865113881715996636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/enquanto-nao-encerramos-um-capitulo-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4865113881715996636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4865113881715996636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/enquanto-nao-encerramos-um-capitulo-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaNsZsTT17A/Tm1W3Kx42OI/AAAAAAAAAes/DLISyKdB2d8/s72-c/1315781334425_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6291263397527401852</id><published>2011-09-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:47:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bipckOpYKdU/Tm1WRFSqKJI/AAAAAAAAAek/p6_zJbgUILo/s1600/1314312518869_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bipckOpYKdU/Tm1WRFSqKJI/AAAAAAAAAek/p6_zJbgUILo/s320/1314312518869_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"No que diz respeito ao empenho, ao compromisso, ao esforço, à dedicação, não existe meio termo. Ou você faz uma coisa bem feita ou não faz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Ayrton Senna)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6291263397527401852?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6291263397527401852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-que-diz-respeito-ao-empenho-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6291263397527401852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6291263397527401852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-que-diz-respeito-ao-empenho-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bipckOpYKdU/Tm1WRFSqKJI/AAAAAAAAAek/p6_zJbgUILo/s72-c/1314312518869_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7112339742156997708</id><published>2011-09-01T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:08:42.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVwmXt2in-A/Tl-t7Uln4RI/AAAAAAAAAec/cmn7HQ32mjo/s1600/1314887753126_f+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVwmXt2in-A/Tl-t7Uln4RI/AAAAAAAAAec/cmn7HQ32mjo/s320/1314887753126_f+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Que setembro venha com bons ventos, que me traga sorte e amor, que não me deixe sofrer, por favor".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-7112339742156997708?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7112339742156997708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-setembro-venha-com-bons-ventos-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7112339742156997708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7112339742156997708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-setembro-venha-com-bons-ventos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVwmXt2in-A/Tl-t7Uln4RI/AAAAAAAAAec/cmn7HQ32mjo/s72-c/1314887753126_f+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7428142207749491392</id><published>2011-09-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:06:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ2B0zcDHeM/Tl-tdn2fheI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JNXO6t3ODZc/s1600/1314663651860_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ2B0zcDHeM/Tl-tdn2fheI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JNXO6t3ODZc/s320/1314663651860_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Daí ela se lembrou de como é ser forte. Ela enxugou suas lágrimas e sorriu. Sim, sorriu, porque ela sabe que algo melhor está por vir. Ela sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-7428142207749491392?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7428142207749491392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dai-ela-se-lembrou-de-como-e-ser-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7428142207749491392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7428142207749491392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dai-ela-se-lembrou-de-como-e-ser-forte.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ2B0zcDHeM/Tl-tdn2fheI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JNXO6t3ODZc/s72-c/1314663651860_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-606999971335943550</id><published>2011-09-01T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:09:59.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A916N5xoS2s/Tl-tDyn5tjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XaTMYCxwCzs/s1600/1314275704479_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A916N5xoS2s/Tl-tDyn5tjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XaTMYCxwCzs/s320/1314275704479_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-606999971335943550?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/606999971335943550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dentro-dela-tem-um-coracao-bobo-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/606999971335943550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/606999971335943550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/dentro-dela-tem-um-coracao-bobo-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A916N5xoS2s/Tl-tDyn5tjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/XaTMYCxwCzs/s72-c/1314275704479_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3874305431691256548</id><published>2011-09-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:03:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dei9dzBB90g/Tl-sr2tuEKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/H0OeHp82Mwk/s1600/1314411434329_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dei9dzBB90g/Tl-sr2tuEKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/H0OeHp82Mwk/s320/1314411434329_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"Já pedi todas as desculpas que a minha culpa aguentaria. E o que tenho de dor na garganta, que me faz ficar sem voz, é o medo de que o meu amor, sendo dito, pareça, de novo, tantas vezes, mais uma vez, mentiroso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FERNANDA YOUNG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-3874305431691256548?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3874305431691256548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/ja-pedi-todas-as-desculpas-que-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3874305431691256548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3874305431691256548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/ja-pedi-todas-as-desculpas-que-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dei9dzBB90g/Tl-sr2tuEKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/H0OeHp82Mwk/s72-c/1314411434329_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1401476042360783315</id><published>2011-09-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:00:35.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3vmNGE3xgo/Tl-r-fnPe7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vvLXLyhcPNQ/s1600/1314887084803_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3vmNGE3xgo/Tl-r-fnPe7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vvLXLyhcPNQ/s320/1314887084803_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;“Controla, menina, controla esse coração angustiado. Controla essas palavras ácidas que pulam da sua boca, dá um jeito nesse seu jeito inseguro. Dá um jeito nessa sua vida, não dá pra viver no escuro, de olhos cegos, apalpando o nada. Escolha um caminho, vai em frente, não olha pra trás, não olha pra baixo como quem tem arrependimento de ser o que é.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bianca Landi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-1401476042360783315?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1401476042360783315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/controla-menina-controla-esse-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1401476042360783315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1401476042360783315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/09/controla-menina-controla-esse-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3vmNGE3xgo/Tl-r-fnPe7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vvLXLyhcPNQ/s72-c/1314887084803_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5699169637919225562</id><published>2011-08-28T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:11:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxTcpVayy08/TlqS4fFMPjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VBF23zst8oI/s1600/tumblr_lqnexjhZfX1qlw8ryo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxTcpVayy08/TlqS4fFMPjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VBF23zst8oI/s320/tumblr_lqnexjhZfX1qlw8ryo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Quando achamos que entendemos as coisas, o universo nos surpreende. Então temos que improvisar. Encontramos a felicidade em lugares inesperados. Voltamos as coisas que mais nos importam. O universo é esquisito. Ás vezes dá um jeito de garantir que estejamos exatamente onde devemos estar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5699169637919225562?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5699169637919225562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-achamos-que-entendemos-as-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5699169637919225562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5699169637919225562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-achamos-que-entendemos-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxTcpVayy08/TlqS4fFMPjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VBF23zst8oI/s72-c/tumblr_lqnexjhZfX1qlw8ryo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1367941396177170551</id><published>2011-08-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:13:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlcF_deYud8/TlqSf6bO3GI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGzPAWo1wGo/s1600/44eb9e3c1ba9267b8494bd9ead1824ea5c4b4389_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlcF_deYud8/TlqSf6bO3GI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGzPAWo1wGo/s320/44eb9e3c1ba9267b8494bd9ead1824ea5c4b4389_large.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Não há solidão mais triste do que uma pessoa sem amizades. A falta de amigos faz com que o mundo pareça um deserto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-1367941396177170551?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1367941396177170551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-ha-solidao-mais-triste-do-que-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1367941396177170551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1367941396177170551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-ha-solidao-mais-triste-do-que-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlcF_deYud8/TlqSf6bO3GI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VGzPAWo1wGo/s72-c/44eb9e3c1ba9267b8494bd9ead1824ea5c4b4389_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4987747771201395910</id><published>2011-08-28T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:07:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cFgWLLjhzU/TlqRldRvRdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YXiTExzBjy0/s1600/maos-coracao_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cFgWLLjhzU/TlqRldRvRdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YXiTExzBjy0/s320/maos-coracao_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Não quero que finja sentimentos por mim. Não aceito que segure minha mão se pretende solta-lá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Só quero o que for verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: darkgreen; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-4987747771201395910?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4987747771201395910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-quero-que-finja-sentimentos-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4987747771201395910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4987747771201395910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-quero-que-finja-sentimentos-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cFgWLLjhzU/TlqRldRvRdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YXiTExzBjy0/s72-c/maos-coracao_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-160669392462223326</id><published>2011-08-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:13:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpq9xAViXXs/TlqQc6OsA7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mwk7B_-bz-M/s1600/314471_206105786115582_100001484871129_556749_158860_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpq9xAViXXs/TlqQc6OsA7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mwk7B_-bz-M/s320/314471_206105786115582_100001484871129_556749_158860_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: darkgreen; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: darkgreen; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Entenda, ninguém consegue ser feliz passando por cima da felicidade dos outros."&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-160669392462223326?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/160669392462223326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/entenda-ninguem-consegue-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/160669392462223326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/160669392462223326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/entenda-ninguem-consegue-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpq9xAViXXs/TlqQc6OsA7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mwk7B_-bz-M/s72-c/314471_206105786115582_100001484871129_556749_158860_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4660458130836800727</id><published>2011-08-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:01:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4M71BzmX1w/TlqQA-kGmPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/VJH8APaByHI/s1600/tumblr_lqltk5FprW1qife8bo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4M71BzmX1w/TlqQA-kGmPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/VJH8APaByHI/s320/tumblr_lqltk5FprW1qife8bo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;"Bom mesmo seria não esperar nada de ninguém. Contar apenas com a gente mesmo, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;nossa força e fraqueza, com nosso poder e nossas limitações, mas somos gente. Sentimos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;ora&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;bolas! Sentimos muito... e automaticamente pensamos:&amp;nbsp;se eu posso o outro também&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;pode, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;e eu consigo me colocar no lugar dele é claro que ele também consegue se colocar no meu, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;as a gente esquece que talvez o outro não queira (por falta de tempo, noção, vontade ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;até mesmo humildade) se colocar no nosso lugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarissa Corrêa&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-4660458130836800727?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4660458130836800727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/bom-mesmo-seria-nao-esperar-nada-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4660458130836800727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4660458130836800727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/bom-mesmo-seria-nao-esperar-nada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4M71BzmX1w/TlqQA-kGmPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/VJH8APaByHI/s72-c/tumblr_lqltk5FprW1qife8bo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4429847825800250450</id><published>2011-08-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:23:30.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4mi2owigks/TlmYJS7fsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/k6jKtVbAxLE/s1600/PQAAAGau1s8lfn6RYVL0yaORsylSR4KIrJRFHDERZmC9Fwmh-rjigO1UJutZ_KegOSF45Q9KEivpv-awUQp7mGevUlAAm1T1UBFBq_XpI10Y5xr2oU624RotR83M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4mi2owigks/TlmYJS7fsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/k6jKtVbAxLE/s320/PQAAAGau1s8lfn6RYVL0yaORsylSR4KIrJRFHDERZmC9Fwmh-rjigO1UJutZ_KegOSF45Q9KEivpv-awUQp7mGevUlAAm1T1UBFBq_XpI10Y5xr2oU624RotR83M.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes você passa tanto tempo imersa numa ilusão, que não enxerga a verdade nem se lhe esfregarem na cara. As coisas mais óbvias passam despercebidas, porque você é o cego que não quer ver. E não quer mesmo, por que haveria de querer? Os sonhos sempre serão melhores que a realidade, e quando se vive um, não há de se querer acordar. Mas um belo dia você abre os olhos e destrói tudo. E não há como dizer se é melhor ou pior. Digamos que é apenas... inevitável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais que a Wendy ame o Peter Pan, ela deixa pra trás a Terra do Nunca e volta pra casa, onde ela pertence de verdade.&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/8083074403139866199-4429847825800250450?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4429847825800250450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-voce-passa-tanto-tempo-imersa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4429847825800250450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4429847825800250450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-voce-passa-tanto-tempo-imersa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4mi2owigks/TlmYJS7fsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/k6jKtVbAxLE/s72-c/PQAAAGau1s8lfn6RYVL0yaORsylSR4KIrJRFHDERZmC9Fwmh-rjigO1UJutZ_KegOSF45Q9KEivpv-awUQp7mGevUlAAm1T1UBFBq_XpI10Y5xr2oU624RotR83M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8516527294224106015</id><published>2011-08-27T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:17:00.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #53fb5e; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7vpdWKhpfc/TlmW3ObZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3jhUZcq87Oc/s1600/tumblr_lpvs02ZSsZ1qkyme6o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7vpdWKhpfc/TlmW3ObZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3jhUZcq87Oc/s320/tumblr_lpvs02ZSsZ1qkyme6o1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Só esperava, só desejava que tudo fosse diferente, que tudo fosse igual há uns tempos atrás, era tudo incomum se tornando comum naquela perfeição que se encaixava por completo no meu dia a dia infernal. Que passou a ser não tão infernal assim passou a ser o meu paraíso de vida. Passou.&amp;nbsp;Não queria que tivesse sido assim, mas eu não mando no meu destino. Mando em meus pensamentos... e sabe, acho que até neles eu ando não mandando mais?! Eles vão sempre para aquele mesmo rumo das lembranças perfeitas que se transformaram na pura incerteza. Entendo que a incerteza é comum na vida de todos, mas não se pode negar que é também um tanto quanto torturante. A solução para este problema:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Atitude e Esperança!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Porque a toda nova ação sua vida toma um novo rumo e a esperança nos serve como força para suportar os erros que serão sempre cometidos.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/8083074403139866199-8516527294224106015?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8516527294224106015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-esperava-so-desejava-que-tudo-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8516527294224106015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8516527294224106015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-esperava-so-desejava-que-tudo-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7vpdWKhpfc/TlmW3ObZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3jhUZcq87Oc/s72-c/tumblr_lpvs02ZSsZ1qkyme6o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5270896593295811400</id><published>2011-08-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:01:05.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus abre as portas e te mostra o caminho, mas se tua fé é pouca, você desistirá no primeiro obstáculo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgMr82FKiWk/TkbJAB0QgFI/AAAAAAAAAds/d8uTD9zz6CI/s1600/image010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgMr82FKiWk/TkbJAB0QgFI/AAAAAAAAAds/d8uTD9zz6CI/s1600/image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um rapaz pediu a Jesus um emprego, e uma mulher que o amasse muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte, abriu o jornal e tinha um anuncio de emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele foi, viu a fila muito grande e disse: eles são melhores do q eu, e foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho, um garoto lhe deu uma rosa... no ônibus ele chateado joga a rosa fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E ao chegar em casa briga com Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É assim que me tratas? É assim que me amas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E vai dormir. Em sonho, &lt;b&gt;Jesus lhe diz&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O emprego era seu, mas vc ñ confiou e desistiu antes mesmo de lutar;&lt;br /&gt;aquela rosa foi eu que te dei... inspirei aquela criança a lhe dar!&lt;br /&gt;O amor da sua vida, estava sentada ao seu lado, em vez de vc dar a rosa a ela, jogou fora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vc entendeu como Jesus age na sua vida?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ele abre as portas te mostra o caminho mas a tua fé é tão pouca que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;desiste no primeiro obstáculo. Não desista confie que Jesus pode agir na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sua vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Os obstáculos existem para ver até onde vai a tua fé.&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/8083074403139866199-5270896593295811400?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5270896593295811400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesus-abre-as-portas-e-te-mostra-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5270896593295811400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5270896593295811400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesus-abre-as-portas-e-te-mostra-o.html' title='Jesus abre as portas e te mostra o caminho, mas se tua fé é pouca, você desistirá no primeiro obstáculo.'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgMr82FKiWk/TkbJAB0QgFI/AAAAAAAAAds/d8uTD9zz6CI/s72-c/image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1340197649798943880</id><published>2011-08-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:48:56.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glBBcObFdGg/TkSUDYQOyVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YdAc_xQG970/s1600/tumblr_lpshjqAEvh1qh1x6ro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glBBcObFdGg/TkSUDYQOyVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YdAc_xQG970/s320/tumblr_lpshjqAEvh1qh1x6ro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho nada que me prove a existência de Deus, mas mesmo assim Ele continua sendo o absoluto dos meus dias. Nunca choveu maná no quintal da minha casa e a imagem que tenho da Virgem Maria nunca derramou uma lágrima. O que tenho aqui é esta mão machucada, este dedo sangrando, este nó na garganta, este humano desconsolo, esta dor, esta cor e este olhar desconcertante de Deus, deixando-me sem jeito, ao dizer que me ama. (Padre Fábio de Melo)&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/8083074403139866199-1340197649798943880?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1340197649798943880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-tenho-nada-que-me-prove-existencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1340197649798943880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1340197649798943880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-tenho-nada-que-me-prove-existencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glBBcObFdGg/TkSUDYQOyVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YdAc_xQG970/s72-c/tumblr_lpshjqAEvh1qh1x6ro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-9123888193681491765</id><published>2011-07-24T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:05:00.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5k4wQDCwMo/TixesDYWQvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/boLhlGzqu5s/s1600/tumblr_loowekeeZB1qh7ym6o1_500+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5k4wQDCwMo/TixesDYWQvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/boLhlGzqu5s/s320/tumblr_loowekeeZB1qh7ym6o1_500+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Tenho saudades de Ti, minha vontade é voltar atrás, onde cai e recomeçar tudo de novo e nunca mais deixar meu coração se esfriar, te quero, preciso do Teu calor... Quero me apaixonar por Ti outra vez, quero me entregar a Ti mais e mais, Senhor... Leva-me de volta ao meu primeiro amor. Leva-me de volta, mostra-me, revela-me aonde eu cai e me afastei de Ti, Jesus preciso de Ti, Jesus perdoa-me, restaura-me, Senhor. Eu Te quero, eu corro para Ti, eu Te quero, recebe-me Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre;"&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/8083074403139866199-9123888193681491765?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/9123888193681491765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/tenho-saudades-de-ti-minha-vontade-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/9123888193681491765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/9123888193681491765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/tenho-saudades-de-ti-minha-vontade-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5k4wQDCwMo/TixesDYWQvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/boLhlGzqu5s/s72-c/tumblr_loowekeeZB1qh7ym6o1_500+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4006431832300648289</id><published>2011-07-24T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:58:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8pyIO0hfe4/Tixbr2aFc7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/LxBwsN3gj-E/s1600/tumblr_lm6i0pjYU41qhcjezo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8pyIO0hfe4/Tixbr2aFc7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/LxBwsN3gj-E/s400/tumblr_lm6i0pjYU41qhcjezo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;Chegará um dia em que você será obrigado a esquecer todos aqueles momentos felizes do passado, porque no presente só irá causar dor por não conseguir vive-los novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6325087416786795800?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6325087416786795800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/chegara-um-dia-em-que-voce-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6325087416786795800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6325087416786795800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/chegara-um-dia-em-que-voce-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8pyIO0hfe4/Tixbr2aFc7I/AAAAAAAAAdY/LxBwsN3gj-E/s72-c/tumblr_lm6i0pjYU41qhcjezo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4601445131633090478</id><published>2011-07-24T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:45:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0_KGPGTlKA/TixaBnBl3fI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Gcft7XSlLoQ/s1600/tumblr_lmtievFWGB1qhaqcjo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0_KGPGTlKA/TixaBnBl3fI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Gcft7XSlLoQ/s320/tumblr_lmtievFWGB1qhaqcjo1_400_large.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;Naquele momento que a única coisa que você quer fazer é se trancar no quarto e apenas chorar, pensando que todas às pessoas te abandonaram, lembre-se que nem todos te abandonaram, existe alguém que está só esperando você falar com ele, uma pessoa que em qualquer situação te ajudará, e esse alguém é Deus, então não se desanime.&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/8083074403139866199-4601445131633090478?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4601445131633090478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/naquele-momento-que-unica-coisa-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4601445131633090478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4601445131633090478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/naquele-momento-que-unica-coisa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0_KGPGTlKA/TixaBnBl3fI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Gcft7XSlLoQ/s72-c/tumblr_lmtievFWGB1qhaqcjo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5169978026184431993</id><published>2011-07-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:25:53.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMthCaR1w8E/TixVVkj-VOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/i_qDkz-UzpY/s1600/tumblr_losofglw3i1qkvebqo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMthCaR1w8E/TixVVkj-VOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/i_qDkz-UzpY/s320/tumblr_losofglw3i1qkvebqo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Eu me mantenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ocupado com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;coisas para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;fazer, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;, eu ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5169978026184431993?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5169978026184431993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-me-mantenho-ocupado-com-coisas-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5169978026184431993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5169978026184431993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-me-mantenho-ocupado-com-coisas-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMthCaR1w8E/TixVVkj-VOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/i_qDkz-UzpY/s72-c/tumblr_losofglw3i1qkvebqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5804513431289867710</id><published>2011-07-22T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:59:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gv7_dqn6oo/TioAk40NfsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/58_9RofW1CQ/s1600/tumblr_lmg3fcqDJs1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gv7_dqn6oo/TioAk40NfsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/58_9RofW1CQ/s400/tumblr_lmg3fcqDJs1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323b41; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Confesso que às vezes me dão umas crises de choro que parecem não parar, um medo e ao mesmo tempo uma certeza de tudo que quero ser, que quero fazer. Confesso que você estava em todos esses meus planos, mas eu sinto que as coisas vão escorrendo entre meus dedos, se derramando, não me pertecendo. Estou realmente cansado. Cansado e cansado de ser mar agitado, de ser tempestade… Quero ser mar calmo.”&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-5804513431289867710?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5804513431289867710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/confesso-que-as-vezes-me-dao-umas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5804513431289867710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5804513431289867710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/confesso-que-as-vezes-me-dao-umas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gv7_dqn6oo/TioAk40NfsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/58_9RofW1CQ/s72-c/tumblr_lmg3fcqDJs1qbf1hto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2988104381751902842</id><published>2011-07-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:00:32.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O6yt95d-6E/Tin_1TVUxTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9A4XvAQIGHw/s1600/tumblr_lmlruwxbD61qk4czzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O6yt95d-6E/Tin_1TVUxTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9A4XvAQIGHw/s400/tumblr_lmlruwxbD61qk4czzo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323b41; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323b41; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tente não errar com quem se importa com você.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-2988104381751902842?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2988104381751902842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/tente-nao-errar-com-quem-se-importa-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2988104381751902842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2988104381751902842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/tente-nao-errar-com-quem-se-importa-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O6yt95d-6E/Tin_1TVUxTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9A4XvAQIGHw/s72-c/tumblr_lmlruwxbD61qk4czzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6153794285108831434</id><published>2011-07-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:00:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GCaNgGcwrA/Tin-TY7mj1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/xRmdFeKhuJA/s1600/tumblr_lnmo4pM90l1qd5wxyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GCaNgGcwrA/Tin-TY7mj1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/xRmdFeKhuJA/s400/tumblr_lnmo4pM90l1qd5wxyo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323b41; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eu não estou aqui para ser mais um capítulo insignificante no teu livro de contos.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6153794285108831434?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6153794285108831434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-eu-nao-estou-aqui-para-ser-mais-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6153794285108831434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6153794285108831434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-eu-nao-estou-aqui-para-ser-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GCaNgGcwrA/Tin-TY7mj1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/xRmdFeKhuJA/s72-c/tumblr_lnmo4pM90l1qd5wxyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-568202422966238257</id><published>2011-07-22T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:41:51.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXOLeSs-ICM/Tin8YYdi8lI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MiUXJ0-IW2Y/s1600/tumblr_lnw06fJ3Ov1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXOLeSs-ICM/Tin8YYdi8lI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MiUXJ0-IW2Y/s320/tumblr_lnw06fJ3Ov1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323b41; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Já não ouço os mesmos discos e há canções que eu não ouso cantar.”&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-568202422966238257?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/568202422966238257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-nao-ouco-os-mesmos-discos-e-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/568202422966238257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/568202422966238257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-nao-ouco-os-mesmos-discos-e-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXOLeSs-ICM/Tin8YYdi8lI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MiUXJ0-IW2Y/s72-c/tumblr_lnw06fJ3Ov1qbf1hto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3854359814664832097</id><published>2011-07-22T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:39:32.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fccPocGoG8g/Tin740_fSTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/EboCrsCD_AI/s1600/tumblr_lo8wnm0OIW1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fccPocGoG8g/Tin740_fSTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/EboCrsCD_AI/s400/tumblr_lo8wnm0OIW1qbf1hto1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“A coisa certa sempre foi dita para a pessoa errada.”&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-3854359814664832097?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3854359814664832097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisa-certa-sempre-foi-dita-para-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3854359814664832097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3854359814664832097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisa-certa-sempre-foi-dita-para-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fccPocGoG8g/Tin740_fSTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/EboCrsCD_AI/s72-c/tumblr_lo8wnm0OIW1qbf1hto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-67330368843493581</id><published>2011-07-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:09:33.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNBjiTirPp4/TidDxeluM-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bHGZjHaeCuc/s1600/tumblr_lke23aaaO31qg78g8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNBjiTirPp4/TidDxeluM-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bHGZjHaeCuc/s400/tumblr_lke23aaaO31qg78g8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Antigamente amor era um sentimento lindo, hoje em dia está relacionado a dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Christofer Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-67330368843493581?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/67330368843493581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/antigamente-amor-era-um-sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/67330368843493581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/67330368843493581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/antigamente-amor-era-um-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNBjiTirPp4/TidDxeluM-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bHGZjHaeCuc/s72-c/tumblr_lke23aaaO31qg78g8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4388155714140104862</id><published>2011-07-20T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:06:11.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7ScDOLw46I/TidB700JBZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ZP7_YvgMZVs/s1600/tumblr_lntzy25a0v1qfnmt0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7ScDOLw46I/TidB700JBZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ZP7_YvgMZVs/s400/tumblr_lntzy25a0v1qfnmt0o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b5b5b5;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Meus amigos?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uns mentiram, outros se afastaram, alguns mudaram, e a grande maioria foi embora. Mas o que importa, é que apesar de tanta falsidade e desavença, os verdadeiros continuaram aqui.&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/8083074403139866199-4388155714140104862?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4388155714140104862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/meus-amigos-mentiram-outros-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4388155714140104862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4388155714140104862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/meus-amigos-mentiram-outros-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7ScDOLw46I/TidB700JBZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ZP7_YvgMZVs/s72-c/tumblr_lntzy25a0v1qfnmt0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8916149523764975341</id><published>2011-07-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:46:27.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNUKeYYlqgs/ThtumBovfKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Pk37fEoyohA/s1600/tumblr_lmstw0VrVC1ql8zcpo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNUKeYYlqgs/ThtumBovfKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Pk37fEoyohA/s320/tumblr_lmstw0VrVC1ql8zcpo1_500_large.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um brinde ao acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde ao que deu certo, ao que não deu em nada. Um brinde ao caminho incerto, à pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde à tudo que acontece, um brinde ao que nunca vai acontecer. Tudo que mudou, e a tudo que nunca vai mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esteban&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-8916149523764975341?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8916149523764975341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-brinde-ao-acaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8916149523764975341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8916149523764975341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-brinde-ao-acaso.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNUKeYYlqgs/ThtumBovfKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Pk37fEoyohA/s72-c/tumblr_lmstw0VrVC1ql8zcpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7842683336836244221</id><published>2011-07-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:38:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9st67jl6EnM/ThIyvO0N-8I/AAAAAAAAAco/4MIH_wEQb94/s1600/tumblr_lnh0hgELBu1qlemyao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9st67jl6EnM/ThIyvO0N-8I/AAAAAAAAAco/4MIH_wEQb94/s400/tumblr_lnh0hgELBu1qlemyao1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Senhor eu quero brilhar por ti, quando o mundo se apagar. Eu quero que através da minha vida alguem possa te enxergar. Faz-me com que mesmo sem palavras eu fale do teu amor. Eu quero brilhar por ti, brilhar aonde quer que for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;Brilhar por ti - Novo tom&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-7842683336836244221?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7842683336836244221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/senhor-eu-quero-brilhar-por-ti-quando-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7842683336836244221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7842683336836244221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/senhor-eu-quero-brilhar-por-ti-quando-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9st67jl6EnM/ThIyvO0N-8I/AAAAAAAAAco/4MIH_wEQb94/s72-c/tumblr_lnh0hgELBu1qlemyao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-9001568091136034448</id><published>2011-07-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:15:39.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCS8EhJrSNI/Tg9SBWhLgVI/AAAAAAAAAck/LUO-W_BelN0/s1600/tumblr_lmx89gn7vt1qectzko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCS8EhJrSNI/Tg9SBWhLgVI/AAAAAAAAAck/LUO-W_BelN0/s400/tumblr_lmx89gn7vt1qectzko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;♫ E dançou sem perceber o que o corpo fazia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cantou sem compreender o que a letra dizia. ♪&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/8083074403139866199-9001568091136034448?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/9001568091136034448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-dancou-sem-perceber-o-que-o-corpo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/9001568091136034448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/9001568091136034448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-dancou-sem-perceber-o-que-o-corpo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCS8EhJrSNI/Tg9SBWhLgVI/AAAAAAAAAck/LUO-W_BelN0/s72-c/tumblr_lmx89gn7vt1qectzko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-709307758106492746</id><published>2011-07-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:10:50.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeyjTOhLBpo/Tg9Q7DPfynI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gXYaeknfykk/s1600/tumblr_l80dqw0ckv1qd8sy5o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeyjTOhLBpo/Tg9Q7DPfynI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gXYaeknfykk/s400/tumblr_l80dqw0ckv1qd8sy5o1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #797570; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se você tivesse chegado antes, eu não teria notado. Se demorasse um pouco mais, eu não teria esperado. Você anda acertando muita coisa, mesmo sem perceber. Você tem me ganhado nos detalhes e aposto que nem desconfia. Mas já que você chegou no momento certo, vou te pedir que fique. Mesmo que o futuro seja de incertezas, mesmo que não haja nada duradouro prescrito pra gente. Esse é um pedido egoísta, porque na verdade eu sei que se nada der realmente certo, vou ficar sem chão. Mas por outro lado, posso te fazer feliz também. É um risco.&lt;b&gt; Eu pulo, se você me der a mão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-709307758106492746?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/709307758106492746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-voce-tivesse-chegado-antes-eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/709307758106492746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/709307758106492746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-voce-tivesse-chegado-antes-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeyjTOhLBpo/Tg9Q7DPfynI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gXYaeknfykk/s72-c/tumblr_l80dqw0ckv1qd8sy5o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6214541993476420346</id><published>2011-06-30T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:03:21.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEgHB2K8Ts/TgzymFuVFAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6WdHVChnXDo/s1600/tumblr_ln5k1pXXWl1qlf1z6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEgHB2K8Ts/TgzymFuVFAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6WdHVChnXDo/s400/tumblr_ln5k1pXXWl1qlf1z6o1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seus efeitos ainda dominam em mim, as lembranças só me distanciam do fim&amp;nbsp;da batalha cravada em tentar te esquecer, te vejo nos meus sonhos me devolvendo o céu, então sinto na boca o gosto do mel&amp;nbsp;que eu sentia sempre que beijava você.&amp;nbsp;Só sei que esse romance ainda vive em mim o&amp;nbsp;efeito do seu beijo me deixou assim, assim...&amp;nbsp;Preciso de um remédio que cure essa saudade, que diminua a dor que no meu peito invade, que me cure ou me ajude a esquecer... Preciso de um antídoto que salve esse amor,&amp;nbsp;que tire os sintomas que me causam dor, eu não sei mais o que vou fazer,&amp;nbsp;se pra curar o meu remédio é você...&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Efeitos)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6214541993476420346?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6214541993476420346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/seus-efeitos-ainda-dominam-em-mim-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6214541993476420346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6214541993476420346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/seus-efeitos-ainda-dominam-em-mim-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEgHB2K8Ts/TgzymFuVFAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6WdHVChnXDo/s72-c/tumblr_ln5k1pXXWl1qlf1z6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6557093167568786900</id><published>2011-06-30T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:00:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzAidfhFyc/TgzxPZwvXRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iw2dLG4jAGY/s1600/tumblr_ln443eWPeB1qddbf9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzAidfhFyc/TgzxPZwvXRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iw2dLG4jAGY/s400/tumblr_ln443eWPeB1qddbf9o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #828282; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Tenho ignorado tanta coisa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;fingindo não ver, não sentir. Acho que deve ser isso que está me deixando cada vez mais cansada das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6557093167568786900?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6557093167568786900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-ignorado-tanta-coisa-fingindo-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6557093167568786900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6557093167568786900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-ignorado-tanta-coisa-fingindo-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObzAidfhFyc/TgzxPZwvXRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iw2dLG4jAGY/s72-c/tumblr_ln443eWPeB1qddbf9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5152840705201678880</id><published>2011-06-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:55:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRLYmT_yVA0/TgzvE0JGh_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mG6y9HclV2Q/s1600/tumblr_lniydriCo31qlf1z6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRLYmT_yVA0/TgzvE0JGh_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mG6y9HclV2Q/s400/tumblr_lniydriCo31qlf1z6o1_400.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Duvida da luz dos astros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;De que o sol tenha calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Duvida até da verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Mas confia em meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;William Shakespeare’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6769522969900403359?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6769522969900403359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/duvida-da-luz-dos-astros-de-que-o-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6769522969900403359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6769522969900403359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/duvida-da-luz-dos-astros-de-que-o-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRLYmT_yVA0/TgzvE0JGh_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mG6y9HclV2Q/s72-c/tumblr_lniydriCo31qlf1z6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4313223962110250328</id><published>2011-06-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:45:32.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08HWnvzWW4g/TgzuZw3CqfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YBH0dxl1mNk/s1600/tumblr_lnjz23ZpGB1qet59lo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08HWnvzWW4g/TgzuZw3CqfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YBH0dxl1mNk/s400/tumblr_lnjz23ZpGB1qet59lo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f2f2f; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Por medo, as pessoas precisam esconder o que elas sentem, &amp;nbsp;o que elas são, o quanto elas sofrem. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dr House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-4313223962110250328?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4313223962110250328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-medo-as-pessoas-precisam-esconder-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4313223962110250328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4313223962110250328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-medo-as-pessoas-precisam-esconder-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08HWnvzWW4g/TgzuZw3CqfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YBH0dxl1mNk/s72-c/tumblr_lnjz23ZpGB1qet59lo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6076113290069403808</id><published>2011-06-30T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:43:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyjQflrmUrU/Tgzt3R_iILI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2YTvnfeh2M/s1600/tumblr_lnkd6bbzTB1qhchsso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyjQflrmUrU/Tgzt3R_iILI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2YTvnfeh2M/s400/tumblr_lnkd6bbzTB1qhchsso1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sim, eu escolheria você.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se me dessem um último pedido, eu escolheria você. Se a vida acabasse hoje ou daqui mil anos, eu escolheria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px !important;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tati bernardi&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/8083074403139866199-6076113290069403808?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6076113290069403808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/sim-eu-escolheria-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6076113290069403808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6076113290069403808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/sim-eu-escolheria-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyjQflrmUrU/Tgzt3R_iILI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2YTvnfeh2M/s72-c/tumblr_lnkd6bbzTB1qhchsso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5290928575573667622</id><published>2011-06-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:09:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6lZCGynbk8/TgpQ1Su7MPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t2Q27D224jE/s1600/tumblr_ln3nv9Iz9f1qewrpuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6lZCGynbk8/TgpQ1Su7MPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t2Q27D224jE/s320/tumblr_ln3nv9Iz9f1qewrpuo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;raz de volta aqueles dias Deus, em que o Teu Espírito me acordava pelas manhãs, quando os primeiros segundos do meu dia eram pra Ti. Quando o Teu Amor vivia dentro de mim. Restitui tudo aquilo que se perdeu.&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/8083074403139866199-5290928575573667622?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5290928575573667622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/t-raz-de-volta-aqueles-dias-deus-em-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5290928575573667622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5290928575573667622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/t-raz-de-volta-aqueles-dias-deus-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6lZCGynbk8/TgpQ1Su7MPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t2Q27D224jE/s72-c/tumblr_ln3nv9Iz9f1qewrpuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-554016742499646853</id><published>2011-06-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:07:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya6-aRv4MEw/TgpP6RbsRAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_Y86ZhxtaPw/s1600/20090523225752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya6-aRv4MEw/TgpP6RbsRAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_Y86ZhxtaPw/s320/20090523225752.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não devemos sempre entender porque certas coisas acontecem. Nós não temos que sempre saber as razões por que Deus permite algumas coisas para acontecer. Tudo o que ele pediu de nós é confiar nele completamente e deixar que ele esteja no controle. Deus nunca nos faltará. Nem agora, nem nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-554016742499646853?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/554016742499646853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-devemos-sempre-entender-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/554016742499646853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/554016742499646853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-devemos-sempre-entender-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya6-aRv4MEw/TgpP6RbsRAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_Y86ZhxtaPw/s72-c/20090523225752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5446730195131039461</id><published>2011-06-22T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:59:22.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyv4Dan9JI4/TgJlm4JzYKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMSY0NRi1cY/s1600/tumblr_ll844pyKED1qcnddqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyv4Dan9JI4/TgJlm4JzYKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMSY0NRi1cY/s400/tumblr_ll844pyKED1qcnddqo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Não quero mais dizer essas coisas, preciso-de-você, quero-te-ver, estou-pensando-em-você. Preciso tirar férias de mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;Gabito Nunes&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/8083074403139866199-5446730195131039461?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5446730195131039461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-quero-mais-dizer-essas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5446730195131039461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5446730195131039461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-quero-mais-dizer-essas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyv4Dan9JI4/TgJlm4JzYKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMSY0NRi1cY/s72-c/tumblr_ll844pyKED1qcnddqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4528384688731423612</id><published>2011-06-18T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:14:36.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOt36Otlr74/Tf0xLMCuKpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iWNvjFYqAME/s1600/tumblr_lk9qj0OKu11qfj1eso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOt36Otlr74/Tf0xLMCuKpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iWNvjFYqAME/s320/tumblr_lk9qj0OKu11qfj1eso1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #828282; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que tudo é questão de tempo, mas eu me pergunto:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;De quanto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-4528384688731423612?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4528384688731423612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-tudo-e-questao-de-tempo-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4528384688731423612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4528384688731423612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-tudo-e-questao-de-tempo-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOt36Otlr74/Tf0xLMCuKpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iWNvjFYqAME/s72-c/tumblr_lk9qj0OKu11qfj1eso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1595679967984528645</id><published>2011-06-18T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:12:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqSB_X-aZkY/Tf0wsr9DuHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OIt_eWkMk5c/s1600/tumblr_llx34g2UhC1qdl36wo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqSB_X-aZkY/Tf0wsr9DuHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OIt_eWkMk5c/s320/tumblr_llx34g2UhC1qdl36wo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #828282; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #828282; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“No mundo, o falso e o verdadeiro se confundem, mas os que sabem jamais se iludem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Charlie Brown Jr.&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/8083074403139866199-1595679967984528645?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1595679967984528645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-mundo-o-falso-e-o-verdadeiro-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1595679967984528645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1595679967984528645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-mundo-o-falso-e-o-verdadeiro-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqSB_X-aZkY/Tf0wsr9DuHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OIt_eWkMk5c/s72-c/tumblr_llx34g2UhC1qdl36wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8115883162862651551</id><published>2011-06-18T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:10:37.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9SQWOUl4G4/Tf0wS9-RLHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aLa1x1v_KsE/s1600/tumblr_lmzon40nYX1qfpna3o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9SQWOUl4G4/Tf0wS9-RLHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aLa1x1v_KsE/s400/tumblr_lmzon40nYX1qfpna3o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Tu tenta. Tenta de diversas maneiras sorrir, fazer com que cada dia valha a pena, tenta realmente não se importar. Mas chega um ponto que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem você consegue se enganar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-8115883162862651551?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8115883162862651551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/tu-tenta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8115883162862651551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8115883162862651551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/tu-tenta.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9SQWOUl4G4/Tf0wS9-RLHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aLa1x1v_KsE/s72-c/tumblr_lmzon40nYX1qfpna3o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7081395072010134303</id><published>2011-06-18T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:20:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f0b2ac; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjlcsCOXOPo/Tf0jjgZ6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9R6AD2ucvnE/s1600/tumblr_lmowqkP17e1qf8ihuo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjlcsCOXOPo/Tf0jjgZ6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9R6AD2ucvnE/s400/tumblr_lmowqkP17e1qf8ihuo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f0b2ac; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe qual o problema de fingir ser forte o tempo todo? As pessoas passam a esquecer que você tem sentimentos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-7081395072010134303?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7081395072010134303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabe-qual-o-problema-de-fingir-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7081395072010134303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7081395072010134303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabe-qual-o-problema-de-fingir-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjlcsCOXOPo/Tf0jjgZ6ZsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9R6AD2ucvnE/s72-c/tumblr_lmowqkP17e1qf8ihuo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6429400918899003851</id><published>2011-06-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:20:07.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJUoX6HYPQ/TfURUEjTQjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mam2YFfWNUI/s1600/pentecostes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJUoX6HYPQ/TfURUEjTQjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mam2YFfWNUI/s400/pentecostes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #111111; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Oração ao Divino Espírito Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;(Cardeal Verdier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #111111; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ó Espírito Santo, amor do Pai e do Filho!&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Inspirai-me sempre aquilo que devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;aquilo que devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;como eu devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;dizê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;aquilo que devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;aquilo que devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;como eu devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;aquilo que devo&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;para procurar a Vossa glória, o bem das almas e minha própria santificação.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ó Jesus, toda a minha confiança está em Vós.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Ó Maria, Templo do Espírito Santo, ensinai-nos a sermos fiéis àquele que habita em nosso coração.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6429400918899003851?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6429400918899003851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/oracao-ao-divino-espirito-santo-cardeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6429400918899003851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6429400918899003851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/oracao-ao-divino-espirito-santo-cardeal.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJUoX6HYPQ/TfURUEjTQjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mam2YFfWNUI/s72-c/pentecostes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3693764844338235828</id><published>2011-06-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:45:32.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjKs3TmJNWI/TemN2xQLXTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jJgewwjxsLA/s1600/tumblr_lm8pv9yqOR1qhrq7eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjKs3TmJNWI/TemN2xQLXTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jJgewwjxsLA/s320/tumblr_lm8pv9yqOR1qhrq7eo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lightgrey; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus&lt;/strong&gt;, guarda segredo&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;melhor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;que ninguém. Desabafe com&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-3693764844338235828?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3693764844338235828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/deus-guarda-segredo-melhor-que-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3693764844338235828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3693764844338235828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/06/deus-guarda-segredo-melhor-que-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjKs3TmJNWI/TemN2xQLXTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jJgewwjxsLA/s72-c/tumblr_lm8pv9yqOR1qhrq7eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3398259159232780812</id><published>2011-05-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:33:07.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8EIBxp6Tes/TeAYLd6cT8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/hd8VIJ7im1g/s1600/tumblr_lbqf8kyW0z1qbkntgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8EIBxp6Tes/TeAYLd6cT8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/hd8VIJ7im1g/s320/tumblr_lbqf8kyW0z1qbkntgo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Estar bem e feliz é uma questão de escolha e não de sorte ou mero acaso. É estar perto das pessoas que amamos, que nos fazem bem e que nos querem bem. É saber evitar tudo aquilo que nos incomoda ou faz mal, não hesitando em usar o bom senso, a maturidade obtida com experiências passadas ou mesmo nossa sensibilidade para isso. É distanciar-se de falsidade, inveja e mentiras. Evitar sentimentos corrosivos como o rancor, a raiva, e as mágoas que nos tiram noites de sono e em nada afetam as pessoas responsáveis por causá-los. É valorizar as palavras verdadeiras e os sentimentos sinceros que a nós são destinados. E saber ignorar, de forma mais fina e elegante possível, aqueles que dizem as coisas da boca para fora ou cujas palavras e caráter nunca valeram um milésimo do tempo que você perdeu ao escutá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: right; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fernanda Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-3398259159232780812?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3398259159232780812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/estar-bem-e-feliz-e-uma-questao-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3398259159232780812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3398259159232780812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/estar-bem-e-feliz-e-uma-questao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8EIBxp6Tes/TeAYLd6cT8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/hd8VIJ7im1g/s72-c/tumblr_lbqf8kyW0z1qbkntgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-923378729646226573</id><published>2011-05-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:36:09.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMKAsNGef4Q/TdZf8u160PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cdc86I6eINI/s1600/5735121307_f4ebc23965_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMKAsNGef4Q/TdZf8u160PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cdc86I6eINI/s320/5735121307_f4ebc23965_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas também aprendi que é possível seguir em frente, não importa quanto pareça impossível. Com o tempo, a dor… diminui. Pode não desaparecer completamente, mas depois de um tempo não é massacrante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Querido John, página 265.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-923378729646226573?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/923378729646226573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-tambem-aprendi-que-e-possivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/923378729646226573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/923378729646226573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-tambem-aprendi-que-e-possivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMKAsNGef4Q/TdZf8u160PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cdc86I6eINI/s72-c/5735121307_f4ebc23965_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6711306522419065693</id><published>2011-05-20T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:33:32.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAsbXYDZHMk/TdZfktzL4_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/v-6GzWjUKRM/s1600/tumblr_le7g9zw3RE1qdyuqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAsbXYDZHMk/TdZfktzL4_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/v-6GzWjUKRM/s320/tumblr_le7g9zw3RE1qdyuqvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não permita que eu me apegue e faça planos, não me deixe crer no que não há verdade. Vá antes de borrar minha maquiagem, ferir minha coragem, antes que eu jogue meus instintos de sobrevivência definitivamente pela janela do prédio como se não me importassem mais sentimentos próprios. Não provoque meus medos, não confunda meu discernimento e não destrua meu equilíbrio. Apenas vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6711306522419065693?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6711306522419065693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-permita-que-eu-me-apegue-e-faca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6711306522419065693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6711306522419065693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-permita-que-eu-me-apegue-e-faca.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAsbXYDZHMk/TdZfktzL4_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/v-6GzWjUKRM/s72-c/tumblr_le7g9zw3RE1qdyuqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4439114264851622006</id><published>2011-05-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:32:44.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BAheLxviWU/TdZeSMtx6iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iu29dVtR_DM/s1600/tumblr_ll1v5sIDTv1qhzbrlo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BAheLxviWU/TdZeSMtx6iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iu29dVtR_DM/s320/tumblr_ll1v5sIDTv1qhzbrlo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“É como precisar de óculos… Quando eu era criança, tinha dores de cabeça, ia ao médico e ele dizia que eu precisava de óculos. Eu não entendia isso. Não fazia sentido pra mim, porque eu enxergava bem. Aí, eu comprei os óculos, os coloquei quando estava no carro, no caminho de casa e de repente… eu gritei. Porque as grandes bolas verdes que eu via durante toda a minha vida, não eram bolas verdes. Eram folhas nas árvores. Eu podia ver as folhas. E eu nem sabia que estava perdendo a chance de ver as folhas. Eu nem sabia que folhas existiam. E então: folhas! Você é o meu óculos.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-4439114264851622006?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4439114264851622006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-como-precisar-de-oculos-quando-eu-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4439114264851622006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4439114264851622006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-como-precisar-de-oculos-quando-eu-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BAheLxviWU/TdZeSMtx6iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iu29dVtR_DM/s72-c/tumblr_ll1v5sIDTv1qhzbrlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2267656069692336291</id><published>2011-05-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:06:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTP0i76oBQw/TdQEEUuHsYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UIhspKsxoVI/s1600/tumblr_ll5mduDbav1qd34a9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTP0i76oBQw/TdQEEUuHsYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UIhspKsxoVI/s320/tumblr_ll5mduDbav1qd34a9o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Desaprender para aprender. Deletar para escrever em cima.Houve um tempo em que eu pensava que, para isso, seria preciso nascer de novo, mas hoje sei que dá pra renascer várias vezes nesta mesma vida. Basta desaprender o receio de mudar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="line-height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: right; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-2267656069692336291?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2267656069692336291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/desaprender-para-aprender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2267656069692336291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2267656069692336291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/desaprender-para-aprender.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTP0i76oBQw/TdQEEUuHsYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UIhspKsxoVI/s72-c/tumblr_ll5mduDbav1qd34a9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-2692825571723771787</id><published>2011-05-16T14:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:54:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKRZVf1M8Cs/TdGb04CvaNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5ZHoAHNAlxc/s1600/tumblr_lku0l5Mocp1qeogwio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKRZVf1M8Cs/TdGb04CvaNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5ZHoAHNAlxc/s320/tumblr_lku0l5Mocp1qeogwio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um famoso palestrante começou um seminário numa sala com 200 pessoas, segurando uma nota de R$100,00.&amp;nbsp;Ele perguntou: “Quem de vocês quer esta nota de R$100,00”? Todos ergueram a mão.&amp;nbsp;Então ele disse: “Darei esta nota a um de vocês esta noite mas, primeiro, deixem-me fazer isto.”&amp;nbsp;Então, ele amassou totalmente a nota e perguntou outra vez: “Quem ainda quer esta nota?” E continuou: “E se eu fizer isso…” Deixou a nota cair ao chão, começou a pisá-la e esfregá-la. Depois, pegou a nota, agora já imunda e amassada e perguntou: “E agora? Quem ainda vai querer esta nota de R$100,00”? Todas as mãos voltaram a se erguer. O palestrante voltou-se para a platéia e disse que lhes explicaria o seguinte: “Não importa o que eu faça com o dinheiro, vocês continuarão a querer esta nota, porque ela não perde o valor. Esta situação também acontece conosco. Muitas vezes, em nossas vidas, somos amassados, pisoteados e ficamos nos sentindo sem importância. Mas, não importa, jamais perderemos o nosso valor. Sujos ou limpos, amassados ou inteiros, magros ou gordos, altos ou baixos, nada disso importa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Nada disso altera a importância que temos!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;O preço de nossas vidas, não é pelo que aparentamos ser, mas, pelo que fizemos e sabemos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberta Amaro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-2692825571723771787?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/2692825571723771787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-famoso-palestrante-comecou-um_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2692825571723771787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/2692825571723771787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-famoso-palestrante-comecou-um_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKRZVf1M8Cs/TdGb04CvaNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5ZHoAHNAlxc/s72-c/tumblr_lku0l5Mocp1qeogwio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-4527195179964087777</id><published>2011-05-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:47:09.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlZGJ_J7_do/TdGa7aHHdjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ScE1YU1WvPE/s1600/621658-10-1305401800631_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlZGJ_J7_do/TdGa7aHHdjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ScE1YU1WvPE/s320/621658-10-1305401800631_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sai a procurar alguém, algum lugar, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;nde eu pudesse ter razão para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;u não podia mais continuar assim, v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ivendo sem saber o que fazer de mim, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;minha solidão não suportava mais, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;em mesmo uma canção me devolvia a paz, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;u me desiludi, pensei em desistir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;enhuma esperança eu tinha, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;o quarto então fiquei c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;horando sem saber o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;amanhã que eu tinha pra viver, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de repente na parede eu vi, V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ocê abrindo os braços para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;alguma coisa em seu olhar m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;udou tudo dentro de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;uma alegria veio então, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ncher de paz meu coração, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;razendo um motivo, uma razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ra nunca mais ficar assim!&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/8083074403139866199-4527195179964087777?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/4527195179964087777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/sai-procurar-alguem-algum-lugar-o-nde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4527195179964087777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/4527195179964087777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/sai-procurar-alguem-algum-lugar-o-nde.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlZGJ_J7_do/TdGa7aHHdjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ScE1YU1WvPE/s72-c/621658-10-1305401800631_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-3478556922722191908</id><published>2011-05-16T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:34:20.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_KpgBH8ELI/TdEmgxZ3SjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VJN-B7-0_Ok/s1600/1305505433118_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_KpgBH8ELI/TdEmgxZ3SjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VJN-B7-0_Ok/s200/1305505433118_f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JDJ &lt;/b&gt;(Jornada Diocesana da&amp;nbsp;Juventude) 15.05.11.&lt;br /&gt;Muita perfeita, dia muito abençoado por Deus... Deus seja louvado, pela multidão de &lt;b&gt;Jovens Sarados &lt;/b&gt;em nossa Diocesse =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5qYujEmX1I/TdEmfo5L-0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/zkDPN562lAI/s1600/OgAAAEN_DxtVkngvoZOHUN_qmwVyhjAQXtnXrT-7gsvDSHgaA2jZ1sjCSVOZi0OWTiPilTLCQCpeqrSPDJ5pDgnhYSAAm1T1UO7yuvC55vHvuBMJon-3ibk-KR8A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5qYujEmX1I/TdEmfo5L-0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/zkDPN562lAI/s320/OgAAAEN_DxtVkngvoZOHUN_qmwVyhjAQXtnXrT-7gsvDSHgaA2jZ1sjCSVOZi0OWTiPilTLCQCpeqrSPDJ5pDgnhYSAAm1T1UO7yuvC55vHvuBMJon-3ibk-KR8A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-3478556922722191908?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/3478556922722191908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/jdj-jornada-diocesana-da-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3478556922722191908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/3478556922722191908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/jdj-jornada-diocesana-da-15.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_KpgBH8ELI/TdEmgxZ3SjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VJN-B7-0_Ok/s72-c/1305505433118_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8040773060749502166</id><published>2011-05-16T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:13:32.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41uuY25nh4s/TdEhmGmA87I/AAAAAAAAAas/aQO6eOlwD4o/s1600/OgAAAHyXBCugwdsodgvfbwOO1MoM9xHPgX__zE3t3G3l5Zpf_r3VKCx0fspy23dJ6e_hjX7e0UdAnLeXA-JRyl_KYv4Am1T1UADddMiHa08ECjAKAWrj8mjId3HE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41uuY25nh4s/TdEhmGmA87I/AAAAAAAAAas/aQO6eOlwD4o/s200/OgAAAHyXBCugwdsodgvfbwOO1MoM9xHPgX__zE3t3G3l5Zpf_r3VKCx0fspy23dJ6e_hjX7e0UdAnLeXA-JRyl_KYv4Am1T1UADddMiHa08ECjAKAWrj8mjId3HE.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A alegria do Senhor, é a nossa força... Hey, Hey o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Louvor do EJC - 13.05.11, foi uma benção, muitos jovens louvando ao único ídolo, o nosso Deus; àquele que é digno de todo o LOUVOR, &lt;b&gt;Jesus Cristo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odkLDZijn4c/TdEh4jLlijI/AAAAAAAAAaw/63Tg3ucPh-c/s1600/OgAAAKKbaMp6ZeXP9wYpJqNryzW7caJ3RsCWhxy_mlAgGUkdpY1yqhVFGxT6czSHGbktNlux0zCk40qELMxp-QBFwYoAm1T1UKTSpKulEUgDdsoAdV7aJp5dofyY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odkLDZijn4c/TdEh4jLlijI/AAAAAAAAAaw/63Tg3ucPh-c/s320/OgAAAKKbaMp6ZeXP9wYpJqNryzW7caJ3RsCWhxy_mlAgGUkdpY1yqhVFGxT6czSHGbktNlux0zCk40qELMxp-QBFwYoAm1T1UKTSpKulEUgDdsoAdV7aJp5dofyY.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/8083074403139866199-8040773060749502166?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8040773060749502166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/alegria-do-senhor-e-nossa-forca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8040773060749502166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8040773060749502166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/alegria-do-senhor-e-nossa-forca.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41uuY25nh4s/TdEhmGmA87I/AAAAAAAAAas/aQO6eOlwD4o/s72-c/OgAAAHyXBCugwdsodgvfbwOO1MoM9xHPgX__zE3t3G3l5Zpf_r3VKCx0fspy23dJ6e_hjX7e0UdAnLeXA-JRyl_KYv4Am1T1UADddMiHa08ECjAKAWrj8mjId3HE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-8820653252552795165</id><published>2011-05-12T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:59:28.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louvor EJC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus é digno de todo louvo&lt;/b&gt;r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Nesta próxima sexta-feira 13.05, o EJC de Cacimba de Dentro realizará um louvor, com a participação musical do EJC de Solânea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;. Apoio: Paróquia Santo Antônio, CACIMBA DE DENTRO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz8LX03v8A4/TcvYQJcO2kI/AAAAAAAAAac/7n50s1oEwn0/s1600/OgAAAAkTav29DYyRWmr5XEiuR8krarv9kpRBRScvfvcsQSX2Dj_WiisPA0IE42JUhI8O_5CdE2atxyZRQ8uFYTwfdbgAm1T1UPiReV5aQkyfo-Xn54u8rdVMBCfE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz8LX03v8A4/TcvYQJcO2kI/AAAAAAAAAac/7n50s1oEwn0/s320/OgAAAAkTav29DYyRWmr5XEiuR8krarv9kpRBRScvfvcsQSX2Dj_WiisPA0IE42JUhI8O_5CdE2atxyZRQ8uFYTwfdbgAm1T1UPiReV5aQkyfo-Xn54u8rdVMBCfE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Semana da Juventude.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-8820653252552795165?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/8820653252552795165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/louvor-ejc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8820653252552795165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/8820653252552795165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/louvor-ejc.html' title='Louvor EJC'/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz8LX03v8A4/TcvYQJcO2kI/AAAAAAAAAac/7n50s1oEwn0/s72-c/OgAAAAkTav29DYyRWmr5XEiuR8krarv9kpRBRScvfvcsQSX2Dj_WiisPA0IE42JUhI8O_5CdE2atxyZRQ8uFYTwfdbgAm1T1UPiReV5aQkyfo-Xn54u8rdVMBCfE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-931392040932712354</id><published>2011-05-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:48:44.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfy_iMBSd5I/TcrLqL2hxnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y6X2Ow8s4Js/s1600/tumblr_lkzgoglMl01qgg3r2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfy_iMBSd5I/TcrLqL2hxnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y6X2Ow8s4Js/s320/tumblr_lkzgoglMl01qgg3r2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você até pode estar triste, mas lá fora tem um sol que brilha para todos e não é por um momento ruim seu que o dia vai ficar cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-931392040932712354?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/931392040932712354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/voce-ate-pode-estar-triste-mas-la-fora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/931392040932712354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/931392040932712354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/voce-ate-pode-estar-triste-mas-la-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfy_iMBSd5I/TcrLqL2hxnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y6X2Ow8s4Js/s72-c/tumblr_lkzgoglMl01qgg3r2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7311314632306981409</id><published>2011-05-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:20:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAMEC4H0tfQ/TcrEwP6NkUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NPqr11nuwWQ/s1600/tumblr_ll13li6tZ51qcm7uko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAMEC4H0tfQ/TcrEwP6NkUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NPqr11nuwWQ/s320/tumblr_ll13li6tZ51qcm7uko1_500_large.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com o tempo fiquei mais quieta, continuo tendo crises de risos quando fico nervosa, diminui meus amigos e os que tenho já me bastam, perdi o brilho no olhar e o sorriso enorme que agora se faz em meu rosto já não é espontâneo, meus pés se fundiram com o chão e qualquer passo além disso já me parece muito arriscado, o ar de juventude cada vez fica pra trás, estou me tornando uma menina fria e sem mais calculista também, sonhos existem sim! mais os guardo pra mim, o desafeto se tornou inevitável, todo mundo é descartável, assim como eu também sou e serei pra muita gente, o que me resta é ajudar quem ainda permanece, mais somente eles, e não perder a fé jamais, com tudo me sinto melhor que antes, aliviada.&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/8083074403139866199-7311314632306981409?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7311314632306981409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-o-tempo-fiquei-mais-quieta-continuo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7311314632306981409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7311314632306981409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-o-tempo-fiquei-mais-quieta-continuo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAMEC4H0tfQ/TcrEwP6NkUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NPqr11nuwWQ/s72-c/tumblr_ll13li6tZ51qcm7uko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6802354927312299336</id><published>2011-05-10T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:21:50.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzqpPVUZIaM/S-s7gE7M7EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_hdS4e0yRgQ/s1600/20080703201335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzqpPVUZIaM/S-s7gE7M7EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_hdS4e0yRgQ/s320/20080703201335.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito que a distância serve pra darmos valor as coisas que mais valem a pena, pra que percebam o quanto algo faz falta, o quanto&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;precisa de algo. Acredito que se você vivesse ao meu lado nada seria a mesma coisa, por que seria fácil demais. E como dizem, tudo que vem fácil .. vai fácil.&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-6802354927312299336?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6802354927312299336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/acredito-que-distancia-serve-pra-darmos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6802354927312299336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6802354927312299336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/acredito-que-distancia-serve-pra-darmos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzqpPVUZIaM/S-s7gE7M7EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_hdS4e0yRgQ/s72-c/20080703201335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5868563511441575553</id><published>2011-05-10T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:00:22.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD4Rsf7AN_w/Tckozq97QjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hFWaWkLs0ro/s1600/OgAAAKaanbLZwoWZXKrrZ2scLJ4bqvK_Z6dnM-C-upzMJN74PpktYdCCwSXeDjBS_vcSa5sws-5vIDAkkVbSlu50bYAAm1T1UJi7KgWx_RM73fih_bu1bXPBNLwd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD4Rsf7AN_w/Tckozq97QjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hFWaWkLs0ro/s320/OgAAAKaanbLZwoWZXKrrZ2scLJ4bqvK_Z6dnM-C-upzMJN74PpktYdCCwSXeDjBS_vcSa5sws-5vIDAkkVbSlu50bYAAm1T1UJi7KgWx_RM73fih_bu1bXPBNLwd.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas vezes eu fiz muito mal para pessoas que me amaram. Não é paranóia não. É verdade. Sou tão talvez neuroticamente individualista que, quando acontece de alguém parecer aos meus olhos uma ameaça a essa individualidade, fico imediatamente cheio de espinhos - e corto relacionamentos com a maior frieza, às vezes firo, sou agressivo e tal. É preciso acabar com esse medo de ser tocado lá no fundo. Ou é preciso que alguém me toque profundamente para acabar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-5868563511441575553?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5868563511441575553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/algumas-vezes-eu-fiz-muito-mal-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5868563511441575553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5868563511441575553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/algumas-vezes-eu-fiz-muito-mal-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD4Rsf7AN_w/Tckozq97QjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hFWaWkLs0ro/s72-c/OgAAAKaanbLZwoWZXKrrZ2scLJ4bqvK_Z6dnM-C-upzMJN74PpktYdCCwSXeDjBS_vcSa5sws-5vIDAkkVbSlu50bYAAm1T1UJi7KgWx_RM73fih_bu1bXPBNLwd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-6392008972755380060</id><published>2011-05-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T04:27:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEJQBf1GGBI/TckgwZz_vhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7iIQ87BTZik/s1600/Alex11_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEJQBf1GGBI/TckgwZz_vhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7iIQ87BTZik/s320/Alex11_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Por maior que seja o seu sonho o sonho de Deus é maior, Ele sabe o que você pede mas o que ele quer dar é melhor, você hoje não pode entender pois só pede o que cabe em suas mãos... infinitos são os sonhos de Deus pra você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho escuro você pede a luz, Deus dá o sol à você, nas ruas, nas praças pede esmola e Deus dá vida nova à você, pede um sorriso, pede um amigo, Deus dá um irmão à você, pede conforto, pede riquezas, Deus dá o céu à você, só Deus supera seus sonhos, só Deus quer dár sempre mais, muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estouram as guerras você pede abrigo, Deus dá a paz à você, em fome ou miséria lhe falta o trigo, Deus dá o pão à você, pede saúde, pede a cura, Deus dá vida eterna á você, pede ciência e sabedoria, Deus dá o infinito à você, só Deus supera seus sonhos, só Deus quer dar sempre mais muito mais!Por maior que seja o seu sonho, o sonho de Deus é maior, Ele sabe o que você pede mas o que Ele quer dar é melhor, você hoje não pode entender, pois só pede o que cabe em suas mãos, infinitos são os sonhos de Deus pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Robson Fonseca : "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;o Sonho de Deus é maior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-6392008972755380060?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/6392008972755380060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-maior-que-seja-o-seu-sonho-o-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6392008972755380060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/6392008972755380060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-maior-que-seja-o-seu-sonho-o-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEJQBf1GGBI/TckgwZz_vhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7iIQ87BTZik/s72-c/Alex11_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1748973053090052100</id><published>2011-05-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:20:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tpF_m5aV8/TcRo2CpPzpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bpLDe86JPcw/s1600/tumblr_lkkn9naubl1qjrteco1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tpF_m5aV8/TcRo2CpPzpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bpLDe86JPcw/s320/tumblr_lkkn9naubl1qjrteco1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oi, eu sou o único homem que será sempre fiel a você. Eu sou aquele que  jamais irá te abandonar. Lembra daquela última lágrima que você  derramou? Sabe porque você parou de derramá-la? Porque eu derramei por  você. Eu sei que às vezes você reclama da sua vida, às vezes você me  culpa por algo que aconteceu, mas eu sei o que é certo pra você, e  quando você sofre, eu tento sofrer por você, pra você não ter que sentir  toda essa dor. Eu faço milagres, você não sabe, mas eu estou planejando  o seu futuro, e os planos que tenho para você, irão te fazer muito  feliz. Sabe aquele amor não correspondido? Eu coloquei na sua vida, para  você aprender o que é amar, e saber valorizar ao verdadeiro amor,  quando ele chegar. Porque eu fiz a sua alma gêmea. Sabe aquela pessoa  que você perdeu? Pois é, da mesma maneira que você amou ela, eu amo, e  estava precisando dela aqui no céu. Você também não sabe, mas quando as  pessoas dizem que eu não existo, eu sinto uma dor tão forte, eu tenho um  coração, e ele é enorme, eu amo a todos, eu nunca vou abandonar  ninguém, e quando algumas pessoas não me têm no coração, foi porque elas  resolveram me abandonar. Sabe aquela vez em que você ia morrendo? Pois  é, eu te segurei, eu não quis que aquilo acontecesse a você, eu não  queria você comigo agora, porque os planos que tenho para você precisam  ser realizados aí na terra. Eu fiz o mundo, eu fiz o amor. E antes de  você nascer, eu já tinha escrito a sua história. O que acontece hoje, eu  recompenso amanhã. Sabe quando você se tranca no quarto e começa a  chorar? Eu estou chorando com você, eu estou te abraçando, você não pode  sentir, mas eu estou ao seu lado. Sabe quando o mundo parece estar todo  contra você? Pois é, eu não, eu nunca vou te abandonar, eu nunca canso  de você, eu nunca quero o teu mal, eu só quero te abraçar e te ver  feliz. Eu te conheço como ninguém, o teu coração está aqui na minha mão,  eu posso sentir os batimentos. Eu nunca descanso, porque eu sei que você precisa de mim 24hrs ao dia.  Sabe quando você deita na sua cama e reza? Pois é, eu estou te ouvindo.  Sabe quando aquele seu pedido não é realizado? Pois é, coisas melhores  irão se realizar, e aquilo não era o bastante. Sabe todo esse sofrimento  que você está passando? Pois é, eu estou acompanhando, e eu tento falar  no seu ouvido que isso tudo vai passar, mas você não me escuta… Eu  sempre te escuto, mas você não quer me ouvir, por favor, não me culpa,  não me julgue, eu tenho tantos planos para você. Eu te amo, e jamais vou  deixar você na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Com amor, Deus&lt;/b&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/8083074403139866199-1748973053090052100?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/1748973053090052100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/oi-eu-sou-o-unico-homem-que-sera-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1748973053090052100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/1748973053090052100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/oi-eu-sou-o-unico-homem-que-sera-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tpF_m5aV8/TcRo2CpPzpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bpLDe86JPcw/s72-c/tumblr_lkkn9naubl1qjrteco1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-5642379104737237437</id><published>2011-05-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:30:52.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKY0Ip1HGt8/TcRoeFeiuOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v3VkLvjfX3o/s1600/tumblr_lkseg8iOVN1qg1vozo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKY0Ip1HGt8/TcRoeFeiuOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v3VkLvjfX3o/s320/tumblr_lkseg8iOVN1qg1vozo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas são assim, dizem que não sabem viver sem você. Depois aprendem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-5642379104737237437?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/5642379104737237437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-pessoas-sao-assim-dizem-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5642379104737237437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/5642379104737237437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-pessoas-sao-assim-dizem-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKY0Ip1HGt8/TcRoeFeiuOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v3VkLvjfX3o/s72-c/tumblr_lkseg8iOVN1qg1vozo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-177772000295345312</id><published>2011-05-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:05:40.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8MdvVznifo/Tb8qQbLhSSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F8mwmzLRBSI/s1600/tumblr_lkl6qwNK5z1qf5d8bo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8MdvVznifo/Tb8qQbLhSSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F8mwmzLRBSI/s320/tumblr_lkl6qwNK5z1qf5d8bo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: 20px;"&gt;“Tento não pensar no que fazer amanhã, busco nos outros a falta de força que tenho hoje, não sei o que vai&amp;nbsp;ser&amp;nbsp;do meu dia amanhã, aprendi que tenho que ser forte e viver apenas um dia de cada vez, nunca esperando que os outros me ame mais do que eu mesma.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083074403139866199-177772000295345312?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/177772000295345312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/tento-nao-pensar-no-que-fazer-amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/177772000295345312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/177772000295345312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/tento-nao-pensar-no-que-fazer-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8MdvVznifo/Tb8qQbLhSSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F8mwmzLRBSI/s72-c/tumblr_lkl6qwNK5z1qf5d8bo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-7726764827487812155</id><published>2011-05-02T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:54:28.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Estou precisando ser alvo neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083074403139866199-7726764827487812155?l=fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/feeds/7726764827487812155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/t-ao-bom-quanto-orar-por-alguem-e-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7726764827487812155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083074403139866199/posts/default/7726764827487812155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiolamarthins.blogspot.com/2011/05/t-ao-bom-quanto-orar-por-alguem-e-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabíola Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08808704685932617015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQJjNZoJ4o4/Tb3DIzN6x2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xA4OWe2w2HU/s220/Imagem%2B769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8k_Uwi82IGE/Tb8n2_yAFbI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rvdB193UK08/s72-c/tumblr_lk6wv3wNuK1qfww3ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083074403139866199.post-1229496894201205963</id><published>2011-05-02T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:49:44.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGz_b9qxnvc/Tb8m0zjpgDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hxiDwK1S4WE/s1600/tumblr_lkj70sgFGQ1qfww3ro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGz_b9qxnvc/Tb8m0zjpgDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hxiDwK1S4WE/s320/tumblr_lkj70sgFGQ1qfww3ro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A verdade é que eu não entendo tudo ao meu redor, mas pela fé eu vivo, pela fé eu tento,&amp;nbsp;pela fé eu&amp;nbsp;recomeço. 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