<?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-393154801990803746</id><updated>2012-02-07T01:09:01.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu auto falante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pb66qF_5gg/Tm1J1z-lV2I/AAAAAAAABYI/XMCqW26BgHA/s1600/nadar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pb66qF_5gg/Tm1J1z-lV2I/AAAAAAAABYI/XMCqW26BgHA/s400/nadar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651254296254437218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho me esquecido de quem sou, por poucos momentos me lembro disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido de reconhecer meus próprios esforços e na hora de me deitar pensar como tantas pessoas ainda acreditam, me respeitam e  gostam de mim,mesmo sabendo dos meus inúmeros erros, minhas opções e alguns de meus delírios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho me esquecido de me amar, de saber que só assim amarei alguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro quando um dia me vi cercada de tanta gente , que não me dei conta da imensa familia que eu mesma criei e assim por alguns momentos não me senti tão só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho me esquecido de sentir que sou capaz, de sentir que posso ainda mudar o mundo, basta que eu volte a acreditar nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro quando era pequena e ganhei do meu tio um skate novo.. em menos de 10 dias eu dominava aquilo tudo,eu não tinha medo, mesmo sendo menina desafiava , competia e ganhava.. sim ganhei o prêmio de melhor skatista paulista, tive propostas de patrocinios, competia com meninos e vencia muitas vezes..e isso aconteceu qdo eu tinha apenas 9 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci que talvez eu ainda possa vencer, ser a mãe e o pai que sonhei para minha filha..ve-la sempre feliz e saudável, ser uma boa educadora, saber a hora certa de dizer não, aguentar firme as inúmeras birras,receber e dar todos os abraços do mundo,responder a todas as perguntas e explicar mil vezes a mesma coisa,arrumar a casa, preparar a lancheira e dar conta de mim também com o mesmo entusiasmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer e ter ainda uma carreira verdadeiramente bacana, que me dê todos os frutos que necessito, sem muita ganância, o suficiente para que o orgulho da própria existência aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver e ter aquela mesma coragem que tinha quando sai de casa aos 15 anos para morar sozinha,assumindo responsabilidade nas costas e depois de alguns anos assumir também uma nova opção para minha vida afetiva..ainda mais tarde constituir uma nova familia nada tradicional composta por 2 mulheres e uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer agora,terá que acontecer, porque tenho a melhor parte da vida com minha filha, hoje mãe solteira em um novo modelo de vida,e muitos outros sonhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1937861336342313916?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dias comprei mais de 4 cachos de bananas , 12 peras, 10 maças, 20 batatas, 15 cebolas e 2 kilos de arroz&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias menstruei uma vez e ovulei duas.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias fiz uma cirurgia e tenho marcada mais uma.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias tomei decisões importantes sobre o futuro dos meus embriões congelados.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias ganhei alguns clientes novos e descartei outros tantos.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias li 2 livros e estou lendo o terceiro, fiz 7 sessões de terapia, visitei alguns lugares legais, fiz passeios lindos com minha filha e experimentamos alguns novos sabores.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias uma flor nasce , cresce e morre.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias promessas se tornam falsas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Em 30 dias tive 10 noites de insônia, e muitas noites bem dormidas.&lt;br /&gt;30 dias da tempo de começar a prender uma nova língua e se nos empenharmos da tempo até de aprender a nadar!&lt;br /&gt;30 dias precisei sonhar mais para me trazer de volta a realidade..conclui que 1 dia é tempo demais quando se ama e se tem uma vida inteira para viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-264124392804191485?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/264124392804191485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=264124392804191485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/264124392804191485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/264124392804191485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-dias.html' title='30 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636312328144520002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não piso na arte para que ela não transborde em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuide de mim e eu cuido de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dará certo, eu te prometo minha filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será um dia melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho consiste na alma viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente fará o que de melhor ja aprendeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos do sonho enxergam melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha saúde será daqui para frente esse tesouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temo porque ja ouvi os trovões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai noel está no polo norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz soa nitida para quem quer me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de são jorge, lua soberana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabisquei umas folhas brancas e continuaram brancas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver crescer e me compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobo mau , so nas histórias da Tia Carla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos da espiritualidade , obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarei mais a mim porque sou parte de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-387856320523819921?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/387856320523819921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=387856320523819921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/387856320523819921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Uns versos não calariam o que dentro de mim se transborda em gritos e cortes profundos, talvez uma grande festa eu me embriagaria com litros de alcool ou até mesmo de tragos de fumaças doces, mas ainda assim .. me transbordaria em lembranças.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5847808105888018551?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5847808105888018551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5847808105888018551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5847808105888018551'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-1396442924205188263</id><published>2011-07-01T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:36:31.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra-sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iGSLfHFYo/Tg5oAAX2soI/AAAAAAAABXc/2TKhX4aya7U/s1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iGSLfHFYo/Tg5oAAX2soI/AAAAAAAABXc/2TKhX4aya7U/s400/mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624547333941670530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabe com o que começou&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o começo acabe com o que acabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crie o que tem desfrutado&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o fruto seja criado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve teus rastros&lt;br /&gt;Antes que passos te persigam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva de alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Antes que alegre morra tua vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1396442924205188263?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1396442924205188263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=1396442924205188263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1396442924205188263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1396442924205188263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião, bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;Sapateia no tijolo, oh pião&lt;br /&gt;Sapateia no tijolo, oh pião&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião, bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião, bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina não é capaz de rodar o pião no chão&lt;br /&gt;A menina não é capaz de rodar o pião no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai, lá vai, lá vai&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai o pião no chão&lt;br /&gt;Rodou, rodou, rodou, rodou o pião no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pião entrou na roda pião!&lt;br /&gt;O pião entrou na roda pião!&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião, bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião, bambeia pião&lt;br /&gt;Roda pião!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3090017283236592122?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3090017283236592122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3090017283236592122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3090017283236592122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3090017283236592122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2011/06/roda-piao.html' title='Roda pião!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3744164921891340000</id><published>2011-06-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:23:56.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto, um pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Da4iH4f2zuw/TgoWFK9gJmI/AAAAAAAABXM/TjRd93RgdgI/s1600/content_ida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Da4iH4f2zuw/TgoWFK9gJmI/AAAAAAAABXM/TjRd93RgdgI/s400/content_ida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623331362822956642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco do tudo que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pouco ainda sou&lt;br /&gt;E muito,pelo pouco que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tronco parado por tempos ficou&lt;br /&gt;Dores,de pouco ardor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longos fios aos poucos se quebrou&lt;br /&gt;Fina pele madura bastou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo pouco se calou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3744164921891340000?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3744164921891340000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3744164921891340000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3744164921891340000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Favela não é hotel&lt;br /&gt;Vida não é novela&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a graça desgraça&lt;br /&gt;que há no riso do banguela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher é pro carinho&lt;br /&gt;Vinho que a uva deu&lt;br /&gt;Deserto é do camelo&lt;br /&gt;Novelo de teseu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesão vira barriga&lt;br /&gt;Briga de foice mata&lt;br /&gt;Na rede da intriga&lt;br /&gt;Tem sérvio e croata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é urso hiberna&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é peito sangra&lt;br /&gt;Bomba de Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;Explodirá em angra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça não é pinel&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo vira trança&lt;br /&gt;Dança de pigmeu&lt;br /&gt;Veneno da vingança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8252236313840226257?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-585460705351859461</id><published>2011-04-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:44:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sobrevivi!</title><content type='html'>"Temos que ver todas as cicatrizes como algo belo. Combinado? Este vai ser o nosso segredo. Porque, acredite em mim, uma cicatriz não se forma num morto. Uma cicatriz significa: "Eu sobrevivi"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cleave, do livro pequena abelha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-585460705351859461?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/585460705351859461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=585460705351859461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/585460705351859461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/585460705351859461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-sobrevivi.html' title='Eu sobrevivi!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6679132494521431800</id><published>2011-04-18T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:49:33.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>inicio &lt;br /&gt;janeiro&lt;br /&gt;fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;março &lt;br /&gt;abril&lt;br /&gt;2011 começou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6679132494521431800?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6679132494521431800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6679132494521431800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6679132494521431800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6679132494521431800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2507039618774848427</id><published>2010-12-01T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:11:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia e o pão com ervas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TPZXjV6lb0I/AAAAAAAABWc/E2yIFJ6BSzQ/s1600/27nov2010clubecomav%25C3%25B3s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TPZXjV6lb0I/AAAAAAAABWc/E2yIFJ6BSzQ/s400/27nov2010clubecomav%25C3%25B3s1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545716255843249986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFIA E O PÃO COM ERVAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      OI!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que delícia e que chique, é SOFIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Refinada, avassaladora no olhar, transformadora de sentimentos, atitudes e postura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma força discreta, mas direta e franca, não se deixando abalar porque sabe que o seu “olhar” transborda exatamente a que se refere naquele momento!!&lt;br /&gt;Essa garota tem tempero... Tem um olor diferenciado, tem carisma, tem sustância, tem charme e tem uma gana por estar presente em nossas vidas, e nos deixa sem força e de boca aberta a cada demonstração, de seus pedacinhos de VIDA!!! Sabe usar o seu PODER de sedução... é sedutora, mesmo que você não a obedeça, você sabe que ela tem esse poder!!! rsrsrsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as Ervas, mesmo que você não se submeta se alimentando delas, você sabe e conhece o seu poder, em nossa VIDA!!! Ao se dobrar ao Pão com Ervas e sentir todo o seu cheiro abrangente, inigualável pela diferença e suavemente adequado ao ambiente nós dirigimos um olhar, porque o Pão de Ervas... CHEGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O colorido nesse tempero vem dar uma suavidade esplêndida à mesa, por isso ele é chique, ele transforma gostos porque quando é veladamente apresentado ao seu palato... é ele que te devora!!!! rsrsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;É ele que te dá à certeza de que a diferença é de dentro para fora!!!&lt;br /&gt;O único porem disso tudo é de que a VIDA sem tempero não existe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Então ao se deparar com um lanche de Pão com Ervas relaxe, e aguarde sentir o enlevo desse encontro suave, mas energético... tênue, mas abrasador... discreto, mas efusivo... e muito sortudo! Isso porque você ganhou a oportunidade de experimentar a VIDA através de um OLHAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Querida mamãe/mamãe CAMILA, você é duas vezes MAMÃE... Com muito amor e respeito&lt;br /&gt;bJÔssssss Joana d’Arc Neves e Paula&lt;br /&gt;Tia Jô&lt;br /&gt;BERÇÁRIO – PICA-PAU Nov/29/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2507039618774848427?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2507039618774848427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2507039618774848427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2507039618774848427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2507039618774848427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/12/sofia-e-o-pao-com-ervas.html' title='Sofia e o pão com ervas'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TPZXjV6lb0I/AAAAAAAABWc/E2yIFJ6BSzQ/s72-c/27nov2010clubecomav%25C3%25B3s1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6210967413329773520</id><published>2010-11-24T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:41:54.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração ao tempo - Luiza Possi</title><content type='html'>És um senhor tão bonito quanto a cara do meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo, vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos, tambor de todos os ritmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo e pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo és um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo no som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo e o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo e eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos pra isso fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo apenas contigo e migo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído para fora do círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo e te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catano veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6210967413329773520?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6210967413329773520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6210967413329773520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6210967413329773520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6210967413329773520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/11/tempo-tempo-tempo.html' title='Oração ao tempo - Luiza Possi'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2281820251871824297</id><published>2010-11-18T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:20:15.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Sofia</title><content type='html'>Vó?&lt;br /&gt;vovó..&lt;br /&gt;vóvóoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filha fala alto porque a vovó não ta escutando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alto&lt;br /&gt;altoooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2281820251871824297?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2281820251871824297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2281820251871824297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2281820251871824297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2281820251871824297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/11/por-sofia.html' title='Por Sofia'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4000513691099443408</id><published>2010-10-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:15:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TLdHdexlDFI/AAAAAAAABWU/OUCFbJ9IfmY/s1600/Imagem+2966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TLdHdexlDFI/AAAAAAAABWU/OUCFbJ9IfmY/s400/Imagem+2966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527965639423364178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia está uma tagarela, na escola fala tanto que logo foi batizada de "figurinha", alem de falante é a graça em pessoa, imita, faz caras e bocas e ainda tira uma da cara de todos.Dia desses imitou a vó bisa perfeitamente dando gargalhadas forçadas, fechando os olhos e colocando as mãozinhas na boca, so vendo mesmo. Depois dessa tascou com seus unicos 2 dentinhos um figo daqueles cobertos com chocolate inteirinho e disse ta bão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, perguntei após o jantar na casa da amiguinha Julia:&lt;br /&gt;- vc quer perinha ou danone filha?&lt;br /&gt;- bolo!&lt;br /&gt; Essa é minha filha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4000513691099443408?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4000513691099443408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4000513691099443408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4000513691099443408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4000513691099443408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/10/sofia-esta-uma-tagarela-na-escola-fala.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TLdHdexlDFI/AAAAAAAABWU/OUCFbJ9IfmY/s72-c/Imagem+2966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4335606412026269531</id><published>2010-09-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:12:53.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cisne e Sofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TIBLG3JOBvI/AAAAAAAABV0/x3veibTCTr8/s1600/pica+pauagos10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TIBLG3JOBvI/AAAAAAAABV0/x3veibTCTr8/s400/pica+pauagos10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512488525155403506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj a primeira reunião minha na escolinha da Sofia, vamos la ao que me espera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CISNE E SOFIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELO CISNE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CISNE branco, das noites de lua!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa espécie de aves que sempre enfeitam os lagos do mundo, e nos enternece ao admirá-los embalando-se nas águas claras, sempre com leveza e sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CISNE para mim é uma ave que transborda docilidade, e traz para a imensidão dos bosques uma aura plena e muito feliz!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele é grande, é alto, e tem as cores do tudo e do nada!!&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se esconder no preto que é a junção das cores, e tambem no branco quando transcorre o albino. Suas asas abertas alcançam metros, eles não voam alto, entretanto possuem a imponência real ao flutuarem nas águas.&lt;br /&gt;Caminham pela terra e se submetem aos malabarismos com o seu pescoço esguio e bastante longo, quando necessitam se coçar, ou mesmo retirar a água que se infiltra em suas penas tão delicadas.&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta-se de peixes e sabe como ninguém pescar, observa atentamente e... glup!!! E engole até atravessado o seu objeto de desejo!!&lt;br /&gt;Até que poderia ficar aguardando... mas, a sua delicadeza determinada pelo seu posicionamento, entre as aves do lago não o faz uma ave soberba.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a diferença entre ele o CISNE e os outros da espécie!!!           Tia Jô&lt;br /&gt;Pica-Pau BERÇÁRIO&lt;br /&gt;Joana d’Arc de Paula&lt;br /&gt;Set/2010          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOI ASSIM QUE A ESCOLA VIU A SOFIA NESSE 1 MÊS DE CONVIVIO. FIQuei IMENSAMENTE FELIZ AO OUVIR O QUANTO É UMA CRIANÇA FELIZ E DOCE.OBRIGADA MEU DEUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4335606412026269531?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4335606412026269531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4335606412026269531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4335606412026269531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4335606412026269531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-cisne-e-sofia.html' title='O Cisne e Sofia'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TIBLG3JOBvI/AAAAAAAABV0/x3veibTCTr8/s72-c/pica+pauagos10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-128875857080738393</id><published>2010-08-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:00:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/THnNHVcqGQI/AAAAAAAABVc/LxPr0GWjOQI/s1600/Imagem+2772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/THnNHVcqGQI/AAAAAAAABVc/LxPr0GWjOQI/s400/Imagem+2772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510661144964634882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos tantos que nem sei por qual tanto começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto da idéia de não mais escrever, mas também não dava para escrever aqui o que não podia, ou ainda o que não posso. Em minha nova fase de vida –mãe- mulher pré-madura, deveria demonstrar só  alegrias.. tive  e são inúmeras, a cada dia, cada instante sou imensamente feliz por ter uma filha tão querida e alegre, e como é engraçada!! Ser mãe tem sido mágico, maravilhoso ,um amor realmente imerso em  constantes  felicidades. Só me dei conta de que o mundo ainda é mundo quando me deparei em lagrimas,esqueci que existia ainda uma realidade viva de tristezas, perdas, dificuldades , inseguranças e algumas coisinhas mais. Me vi ao mesmo tempo que no auge da gratidão da eterna gratidão a Deus por tudo que me proporcionou ser e ter..ao extremo da desilusão , um pouco ate pela vida, renovada a cada sorriso da Sofia  me segurando perante tantos tombos, mas nada que não faça parte de algo vivido por todos nós um dia e hoje sei disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreveria aqui  um ,ou mais longos textos, lamurias e chatices , mas esse blog nunca foi La meu diário e não pretendo que seja, então resumidamente falarei de minhas dores nesse tempo  afastada e também dos meus amores . Desejo voltar aqui, então serei breve para que os textos voltem e tudo ande conforme sempre andou, afinal a vida é assim uma hora tudo volta ao “normal” ou ao seu rumo novamente , o que muda é o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho passado nas minhas tarefas de mãe muito tempo sozinha ,mas não o suficiente para ter tempo . Isso também dificultou minhas  vinda aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fevereiro estive em guerra .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Março perdi uma grande pessoa , um grande amor , uma imensa dor me consumiu, e era difícil sorrir , era difícil acordar e ter que dar conta de mais um dia. Heloisa não mais existia  aqui para nos e eu não podia acreditar que a vida nos pregou essa, dói muito e com o tempo tudo será amenizado mas jamais esquecido, jamais. finalmente batizei a Sofia nesse mesmo mês .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maio ,Sofia completa 1 aninho numa festa linda e colorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Junho me mudei de um lugar que amava , com tudo que amava para um outro canto . De 6 sobraram 3 . No mesmo mês 15 dias depois Perdi a primeira filha que tive aos 19 anos , minha cachorra Sadezinha , minha companheira  querida de sempre. Se foi , vestindo roupinha xadrez e uma cruz no pescoço ..levou com ela meus sussuros de boa sorte, meu eterno agradecimento por tudo que foi e ainda é  e um beijo especial da Sofia. Sofia..ela entendeu e nunca mais perguntou da Sade-dê e eu ate hoje tento aceitar. Agora somos 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei refugio , sai de Campinas e fui acolhida , então voltei com mais um problema nas costas , boas lembranças e algumas decepções. Sofia sorria e pedia por mim, menina divina essa minha filha! Se não fosse ela!!! Quantas alegrias me da, aprende tudo e com 1 ano e 2 meses fala de tudo também:&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe,mama, dedê, amô, avó, ovô, naná, papá,  binco, dandá, pé, bigo,menino,miau, piu piu, picapica-pau, titi quiqui (tia Cris), titikil (tia sil), aqué, abi (abrir),mãe,for (flor), apá (água), apega (pegar), kuko (suco), bia, poco (copo)  etc etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julho , Gucci sumiu 12 dias no sitio, e foi encontrado graças a meus cartazes com foto do gato branco. De volta para casa , agora somos 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto, Sosô  da os primeiros passos, entra na escolinha , mamãe coruja chora por 1 semana seguida..adaptação um sucesso ,  volto a trabalhar finalmente. Nova exposição marcada, novas idéias , conquistas , solidão, insegurança  , insônia , medo, amigos, família , são Paulo , um novo curso conhecimento e muita inspiração. Sozinha , aprendo a cada dia guardar e cuidar dos diversos sentidos da vida.. tento me equilibrar, tento entender mas não muito..agora estou pronta ,que venha o amor, a dor,  as novas mudanças ou que fique tudo como está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintei Meu cabelo  e minha primeira tela da exposição.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-128875857080738393?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/128875857080738393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=128875857080738393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/128875857080738393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/128875857080738393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/08/voltei.html' title='Voltei'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/THnNHVcqGQI/AAAAAAAABVc/LxPr0GWjOQI/s72-c/Imagem+2772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6945299820790760151</id><published>2010-08-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:18:48.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformulando</title><content type='html'>Reinicio&lt;br /&gt;Reconstrução&lt;br /&gt;Reconstituição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6945299820790760151?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6945299820790760151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6945299820790760151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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resistente&lt;br /&gt;incansável beija-flor que sou&lt;br /&gt;batedora renitente de asas&lt;br /&gt;viciada no mel que me dás depois que atravesso o deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Pingas na minha boca umas gotas poucas&lt;br /&gt;do que nem é uma vacina.&lt;br /&gt;Eu uma mulher, uma ave, uma menina…&lt;br /&gt;Assim chacinas o meu tempo de eremita:&lt;br /&gt;quebras a bengala onde me apoiei, rasgas minhas meias&lt;br /&gt;as que vestiram meus pés&lt;br /&gt;quando caminhei as areias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo como quem esquece tudo&lt;br /&gt;diante de um beijo:&lt;br /&gt;as inúmeras horas desbeijadas&lt;br /&gt;os terríveis desabraços&lt;br /&gt;os dolorosos desencaixes&lt;br /&gt;que meu corpo sofreu longe do seu.&lt;br /&gt;Elejo sempre o encontro&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o ponto do crochê.&lt;br /&gt;Penélope invertida&lt;br /&gt;nada começo de novo&lt;br /&gt;nada desmancho&lt;br /&gt;nada volto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teço um novo tecido de amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;a cada olhar seu de afeto&lt;br /&gt;não ligo para nada que doeu.&lt;br /&gt;Só para o que deixou de doer tenho olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Cega do infortúnio&lt;br /&gt;pesco os peixes dos nossos encaixes&lt;br /&gt;pesco as gozadas&lt;br /&gt;as confissões de amor&lt;br /&gt;as palavras fundas de prazer&lt;br /&gt;as esculturas astecas que nos fixam&lt;br /&gt;na história dos dias &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;De todos os nossos montes&lt;br /&gt;fico com as encostas&lt;br /&gt;De todas as nossas indagações&lt;br /&gt;fico com as respostas&lt;br /&gt;De todas as nossas destilairias&lt;br /&gt;fico com as alegrias&lt;br /&gt;De todos os nossos natais&lt;br /&gt;fico com as bonecas&lt;br /&gt;De todos os nossos cardumes&lt;br /&gt;as moquecas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa Lucinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha tanto a dizer aqui, que n tive tempo de expor tudo ou pelo menos parte de tudo..talvez descubra um tempo, um novo nome, um novo blog..ou não talvez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4970988403666633985?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4970988403666633985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4970988403666633985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4970988403666633985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4970988403666633985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/06/ainda-lembro.html' title='Ainda lembro..'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8451149443701238504</id><published>2010-04-19T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:05:43.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida tem sempre razão</title><content type='html'>Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida&lt;br /&gt;E sinceramente não vejo saída&lt;br /&gt;Como é por exemplo que dá pra entender&lt;br /&gt;A gente mal nasce e começa a morrer&lt;br /&gt;Depois da chegada vem sempre a partida&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há nada sem seperação&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;a vida é uma grande ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que ela está com a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma grande ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que ela está com a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca sabe que males se apronta&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo de conta, fingindo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que nada renasce antes que se acabe&lt;br /&gt;E o sol que desponta tem que anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta ficar-se de fora&lt;br /&gt;A hora do sim é o descuido do não&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que é preciso paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que é preciso paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Sei não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8466245243993066739</id><published>2010-04-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:09:41.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S797Y5x1GyI/AAAAAAAABUM/irWWGvfwmdo/s1600/gotinha-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S797Y5x1GyI/AAAAAAAABUM/irWWGvfwmdo/s400/gotinha-3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458216941153229602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotinha é uma pequena partícula do material mais resiliente do mundo: a água&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8466245243993066739?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8466245243993066739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8466245243993066739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8466245243993066739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8466245243993066739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotinha-e-uma-pequena-particula-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S797Y5x1GyI/AAAAAAAABUM/irWWGvfwmdo/s72-c/gotinha-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8700947178971907688</id><published>2010-03-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:38:03.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doi ainda &lt;br /&gt;vai doer sempre&lt;br /&gt;quando penso no nunca&lt;br /&gt;quando penso no dia&lt;br /&gt;quando penso no reencontro&lt;br /&gt;Doi&lt;br /&gt;e vai doer sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8700947178971907688?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8700947178971907688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8700947178971907688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8700947178971907688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8700947178971907688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/03/doi-ainda-vai-doer-sempre-quando-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-1520049103743068269</id><published>2010-03-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:00:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S5kTi0Y6sqI/AAAAAAAABUE/Ctg9nnCqWRw/s1600-h/helolaranja2.jpgr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S5kTi0Y6sqI/AAAAAAAABUE/Ctg9nnCqWRw/s400/helolaranja2.jpgr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447406713180959394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitulo 29 - O Recomeço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mas no fim, essa sombra é só uma coisa passageira,  Até mesmo a escuridão deve passar. Um novo dia nascerá. E quando o Sol brilhar será ainda com maior intensidade. Essas eram as histórias que ficavam conosco, Que significavam alguma coisa. Mas eu acho, sr. Frodo, eu acho que entendo. Eu sei agora. As pessoas nessas histórias tinham muitos motivos para voltar atrás, mas não voltaram. &lt;br /&gt;Eles continuaram, porque tinham algo em que acreditar.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     (Sam a Frodo em Senhor dos Anéis-Tolkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explodo dentro de mim com palavras, lembranças , cheiros, risadas e choro..muda ainda estou, dentro de mim mesma, dentro de nós. Ainda e tarde talvez. Não quero me despedir , não quero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1520049103743068269?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1520049103743068269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=1520049103743068269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1520049103743068269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1520049103743068269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-foi-assim.html' title='E foi assim'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/S5kTi0Y6sqI/AAAAAAAABUE/Ctg9nnCqWRw/s72-c/helolaranja2.jpgr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3461120112448007301</id><published>2009-12-25T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:02:11.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SzTTdnA8RzI/AAAAAAAABT8/L2crggeimT4/s1600-h/CARTAO+2010+Camila+e+Sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SzTTdnA8RzI/AAAAAAAABT8/L2crggeimT4/s400/CARTAO+2010+Camila+e+Sofia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188757276149554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3461120112448007301?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3461120112448007301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3461120112448007301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3461120112448007301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3461120112448007301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SzTTdnA8RzI/AAAAAAAABT8/L2crggeimT4/s72-c/CARTAO+2010+Camila+e+Sofia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-1763721023693846150</id><published>2009-09-29T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:14:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomara&lt;br /&gt;Que você volte depressa&lt;br /&gt;Que você não se despeça&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais do meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;E chore, se arrependa&lt;br /&gt;E pense muito&lt;br /&gt;Que é melhor se sofrer junto&lt;br /&gt;Que viver feliz sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomara &lt;br /&gt;Que a tristeza te convença&lt;br /&gt;Que a saudade não compensa&lt;br /&gt;E que a ausência não dá paz&lt;br /&gt;E o verdadeiro amor de quem se ama&lt;br /&gt;Tece a mesma antiga trama&lt;br /&gt;Que não se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a coisa mais divina&lt;br /&gt;Que há no mundo&lt;br /&gt;É viver cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1763721023693846150?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8782160639137403192</id><published>2009-08-04T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:54:50.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SnjKQokLyRI/AAAAAAAABTo/gih-LkuXFPI/s1600-h/sofia+20junho09+054pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SnjKQokLyRI/AAAAAAAABTo/gih-LkuXFPI/s320/sofia+20junho09+054pb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366261343127849234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu fazia e comia os alimentos ainda quentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha roupas manchadas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha calmas conversas ao telefone.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu dormia o quanto eu queria e nunca me preocupava com a hora de ir para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me esquecia de escovar os cabelos e os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu limpava minha casa todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tropeçava em brinquedos nem pensava em canções de ninar ou se minhas plantas eram venenosas ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Imunizações e vacinas eram coisas em que eu não pensava.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe ninguém vomitou nem fez xixi em mim, nem me beliscou sem nenhum cuidado,com dedinhos de unhas finas.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu tinha controle sobre a minha mente,meus pensamentos, meu corpo e meus sentimentos,eu dormia a noite toda.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu nunca tive que segurar uma criança chorando para que médicos pudessem fazer testes ou aplicar injeções.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca chorei olhando pequeninos olhos que choravam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiquei gloriosamente feliz com uma simples risadinha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiquei sentada horas e horas olhando um bebê dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu nunca segurei uma criança só por não querer afastar meu corpo do dela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca senti meu coração se despedaçar quando não pude estancar uma dor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que uma coisinha tão pequenina pudesse mudar tanto a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que pudesse amar alguém tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia que eu adoraria ser mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu não conhecia a sensação&lt;br /&gt;de ter meu coração fora do meu próprio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia a felicidade de alimentar um bebê faminto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia esse laço que existe entre a mãe e a sua criança.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não imaginava que algo tão pequenino pudesse fazer-me sentir tão importante.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu nunca me levantei à noite a cada 10 minutos para me certificar de que tudo estava bem.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pude imaginar o calor, a alegria, o amor, a dor e a satisfação de ser uma mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia que era capaz de ter sentimentos tão fortes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo e, apesar de tudo, obrigada, Deus,&lt;br /&gt;por eu ser agora um alguém tão frágil e tão forte ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por permitir-me ser Mãe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8782160639137403192?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8782160639137403192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8782160639137403192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8782160639137403192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver fogo&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente se encaixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-765544158462526923?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/765544158462526923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=765544158462526923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/765544158462526923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/765544158462526923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/08/sutilmente.html' title='Sutilmente'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6361369316555494492</id><published>2009-06-09T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:30:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa Sofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SjSUi4SEKRI/AAAAAAAABTg/dULv-LYUnpI/s1600-h/Sofia_Princesinha27maio09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SjSUi4SEKRI/AAAAAAAABTg/dULv-LYUnpI/s320/Sofia_Princesinha27maio09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061984540240146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo sempre lhe pareça cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;e nele, sorria sempre esse sorriso lindo&lt;br /&gt;nele, sempre seus olhos vejam quanto amada és&lt;br /&gt;nele, sempre seu coração sinta somente a verdade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo sempre lhe pareça cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;e nele,  você construa a paz&lt;br /&gt;nele, brincaremos de roda&lt;br /&gt;nele, sempre ,estaremos nós..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amamos Você princesa Sofia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6361369316555494492?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SjSUi4SEKRI/AAAAAAAABTg/dULv-LYUnpI/s72-c/Sofia_Princesinha27maio09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-547885561336162769</id><published>2009-05-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:59:33.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu ,vc e ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgrgPkmWw9I/AAAAAAAABS4/nodevAIiBUg/s1600-h/lady+sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgrgPkmWw9I/AAAAAAAABS4/nodevAIiBUg/s320/lady+sofia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323266700985298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-547885561336162769?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/547885561336162769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=547885561336162769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/547885561336162769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/547885561336162769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-vc-e-ela.html' title='Eu ,vc e ela'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgrgPkmWw9I/AAAAAAAABS4/nodevAIiBUg/s72-c/lady+sofia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8964263341032865491</id><published>2009-05-11T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:01:18.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want sex!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgjmWvCe_SI/AAAAAAAABSw/Be4h4G5L_SM/s1600-h/486601Sergey%2520Ryzhkov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgjmWvCe_SI/AAAAAAAABSw/Be4h4G5L_SM/s320/486601Sergey%2520Ryzhkov.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334767036878748962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguma situação em que não se recomende o sexo na gravidez? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É raro, mas sim, pode ser necessário prescindir do sexo em caso de gravidez de alto risco. Será esse o caso se tiver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• placenta prévia ou se a placenta estiver muito baixa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• antecedentes de parto prematuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• parto prematuro antes das 36 semanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hemorragias inexplicáveis ou descarga vaginal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• dores abdominais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• colo incompetente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• dilatação do colo do útero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• lesão não cicatrizada causada por herpes genital ou outra infecção sexualmente transmissível não tratada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve igualmente prescindir do sexo em caso de ruptura da bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXO FAZ BEM E EU GOSTO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8964263341032865491?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8964263341032865491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8964263341032865491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8964263341032865491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8964263341032865491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-sex.html' title='I want sex!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgjmWvCe_SI/AAAAAAAABSw/Be4h4G5L_SM/s72-c/486601Sergey%2520Ryzhkov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7520614330578514245</id><published>2009-05-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:35:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta chegando , meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgMNvImF8cI/AAAAAAAABSo/LgX8PVxehb4/s1600-h/Imagem+2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SgMNvImF8cI/AAAAAAAABSo/LgX8PVxehb4/s320/Imagem+2199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333121487149068738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São quase nove meses de espera,uma longa espera que na verdade me espera desde os 14 anos, junto a esse desejo incrível de ser mãe, esse desejo de unir , vencer e fortalecer minha pequena família.. enfim a MINHA familia !! hoje , nós três, nossos filhos peludos e nossos inúmeros sonhos que vivem vivos em nós e que as vezes nos basta apenas sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivenciamos uma grande história, fomos guerreiras ,digo por nós e pela nossa pequena que lutou bravamente para estar aqui.. enquanto para uns tudo tão simples que acaba fazendo parte do dia a dia..do ciclo humano dos casais "normais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão perto que as vezes nos parece irreal essa conquista, você me olha e nem eu mesmo acredito de onde e como veio esse barrigão! Sentimos chutes e cabeçadas , rimos , mesmo sem saber como isso aconteceu (risos)..  Bem meu amor..estamos aqui, perto de amar um outro amor , indefeso, pequenino e tão grandioso..somos e permanecemos nós.. ja somos mamães de uma linda bebê , amanhã.. seremos mais, seremos mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7520614330578514245?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7520614330578514245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7520614330578514245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7520614330578514245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/Sfm7kmdm7cI/AAAAAAAABSg/lFCQ7H_qvBs/s1600-h/nuvem1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/Sfm7kmdm7cI/AAAAAAAABSg/lFCQ7H_qvBs/s320/nuvem1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330497871444110786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde Ir&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que vi aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei porque moro ali&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei porque estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde a gente vai&lt;br /&gt;Andando pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prá onde o mundo vai&lt;br /&gt;Nesse breu vou sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o mundo vai de lá pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Andando por ali&lt;br /&gt;Por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o sol que não chega&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter alguém que não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o mundo vai de lá pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Andando por ali&lt;br /&gt;Por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o sol que não chega&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter alguém que não vem (não vem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe dos gostos que tem&lt;br /&gt;Suas escolhas, suas curas&lt;br /&gt;Seus jardins&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta a espera de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo reside&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um pode com a força que tem&lt;br /&gt;Na leveza e na doçura&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-318323511026327088?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/318323511026327088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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está&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você está&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas tão mais lindas&lt;br /&gt;Porque você está&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você está&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas tão mais lindas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8165307107222110958?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8165307107222110958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8165307107222110958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8165307107222110958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SfQhe5XTaSI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OkKbkgfyxo0/s320/bebeluta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328921073764493602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3844888506167151850?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3844888506167151850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3844888506167151850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3844888506167151850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/Se0jIQbqnzI/AAAAAAAABSI/3p4yTmzAK08/s1600-h/cami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/Se0jIQbqnzI/AAAAAAAABSI/3p4yTmzAK08/s320/cami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952559006097202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7306958381516530603?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7306958381516530603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7306958381516530603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3771557712166016991</id><published>2009-04-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:24:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre minha Sade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-d1K9rXI/AAAAAAAABSA/VEvl1cnX3yg/s1600-h/papa200705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-d1K9rXI/AAAAAAAABSA/VEvl1cnX3yg/s320/papa200705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319805004553235826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR MAIOR&lt;br /&gt;MINHA DOCE AMIGA&lt;br /&gt;NAS HORAS COMPLETAS&lt;br /&gt;NO INVERSO DA ALMA&lt;br /&gt;SEM FALAR E SEM CALAR&lt;br /&gt;MINHA LINDA FLOR&lt;br /&gt;TEU IMENSO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Em MIM FEZ CRESCER&lt;br /&gt;COM PRAZER CUIDO DE VC&lt;br /&gt;OU CUIDAS DE MIM?&lt;br /&gt;MINHA FIEL COMPANHEIRA&lt;br /&gt;NA ALEGRIA DE SER SO&lt;br /&gt;NO PE DA CAMA , ACALMA&lt;br /&gt;COM SEU OLHAR MEU DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;MINHA FILHA SADE..&lt;br /&gt;É VC&lt;br /&gt;QUE NO FIM DA NOITE..&lt;br /&gt;ME DIZ BOA NOITE..&lt;br /&gt;(Texto escrito em Março/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje és sempre ternura,confiança, sempre minha doce amada e querida SADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMÃE TE AMA TANTO E A SOFIA TB JA TE AMA MUITOO!! VC VAI FICAR BOA LOGO MEU AMOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-d1_SPXI/AAAAAAAABR4/Q14qiiz9DOk/s1600-h/Imagem+224q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-d1_SPXI/AAAAAAAABR4/Q14qiiz9DOk/s320/Imagem+224q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319805004772687218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-dmLFXiI/AAAAAAAABRw/5B5nq3RcuDo/s1600-h/Imagem+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-dmLFXiI/AAAAAAAABRw/5B5nq3RcuDo/s320/Imagem+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319805000527207970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SdO-dUNoqhI/AAAAAAAABRo/pIDleSuwt94/s1600-h/Imagem+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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type='html'>Mar sob o céu, cidade na luz&lt;br /&gt;Mundo meu, canção que eu compus&lt;br /&gt;Mudou tudo, agora é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz que era da amplidão&lt;br /&gt;Do universo, da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje canta só por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mulher, meu amor, meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu canto mudo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Faz do seu nome hoje o céu da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua no mar, estrelas no chão&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus pés, entre as suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quer alcançar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta o sol do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo, nem morro em vão&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais eu, porque sou você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mulher, meu amor, meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu canto mudo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Faz do seu nome hoje o céu da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua no mar, estrelas no chão&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus pés, entre as suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quer alcançar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta o sol do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo, nem morro em vão&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais eu, porque sou você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Garrido&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Caetano Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-810746621294988894?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/810746621294988894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=810746621294988894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/810746621294988894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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maltrato&lt;br /&gt;na proteção&lt;br /&gt;na doação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop stop stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SbG4Y28BF1I/AAAAAAAABRA/uLg6UoKzML8/s1600-h/stop+allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SbG4Y28BF1I/AAAAAAAABRA/uLg6UoKzML8/s320/stop+allen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310228172850141010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1052854638749782388?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1052854638749782388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SbFIG17B1AI/AAAAAAAABQw/s-7dAMMxnmI/s72-c/stop+tampa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4522363506135899619</id><published>2009-02-27T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:08:01.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cão professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SagPyh9LZfI/AAAAAAAABQg/W-mH8D97o9w/s1600-h/sade+14fev09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SagPyh9LZfI/AAAAAAAABQg/W-mH8D97o9w/s320/sade+14fev09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307509521638974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém que você ama chega em casa, corra ao seu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nunca perca uma oportunidade de ir passear.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Permita-se experimentar o ar fresco do vento no seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mostre aos outros que estão invadindo o seu território.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tire uma sonequinha no meio do dia e espreguice antes de levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Corra, pule e brinque todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tente se dar bem com o próximo e deixe as pessoas te tocarem.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Não morda quando um simples rosnado resolve a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Em dias quentes, pare e role na grama, beba bastante líquidos e&lt;br /&gt;&gt; deite debaixo da sombra de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Quando você estiver feliz, dance e balance todo o seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Não importa quantas vezes o outro te magoa, não se sinta&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; culpado...volte e faça as pazes novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Aproveite o prazer de uma longa caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Se alimente com gosto e entusiasmo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Coma só o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Seja leal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nunca pretenda ser o que você não é.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; E o MAIS importante de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Quando alguém estiver nervoso ou triste, fique em silêncio, fique por&lt;br /&gt;&gt; perto e mostre que você está ali para confortar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; E NÓS PRECISAMOS APRENDER ISTO COM UM ANIMAL QUE, DIZEM SER IRRACIONAL&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO SADEZINHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4522363506135899619?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4522363506135899619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SZYoRJaCrZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Tt0weK8NaY4/s72-c/bebea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5827004531927848643</id><published>2009-02-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:44:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Marisa</title><content type='html'>Marisa Monte&lt;br /&gt;Ilusión (com Julieta Venegas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez eu tive uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;E não soube o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não soube o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Com ela&lt;br /&gt;Não soube o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;E ela se foi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu a deixei&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu a deixei?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que ela se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón desde entonces&lt;br /&gt;La llora diario&lt;br /&gt;No portão&lt;br /&gt;Por ella&lt;br /&gt;No supe que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Y se me fue&lt;br /&gt;Porque la deje&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;br /&gt;No sé&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixei tentar&lt;br /&gt;Vivê-la feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a ilusão de que volte&lt;br /&gt;O que me faça feliz&lt;br /&gt;Faça viver&lt;br /&gt;Por ella no supe que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Y se me fue&lt;br /&gt;Porque la deje&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;br /&gt;No sé&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixei tentar&lt;br /&gt;Vivê-la feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Porque no me dejo&lt;br /&gt;Tratar de hacerla feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque la deje&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;br /&gt;No sé&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5827004531927848643?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5827004531927848643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5827004531927848643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5827004531927848643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5827004531927848643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/02/linda-marisa.html' title='Linda Marisa'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7178734666211901633</id><published>2009-01-17T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:35:17.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SXKVYBQopTI/AAAAAAAABP4/VneUXmToJm0/s1600-h/nos_nov081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SXKVYBQopTI/AAAAAAAABP4/VneUXmToJm0/s320/nos_nov081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292456752001361202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque senão&lt;br /&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias frios&lt;br /&gt;Em que nós estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;br /&gt;De amar, de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo de tantos anos&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões &lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos  anos&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa heim?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões &lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro nós dois esse amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7178734666211901633?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7178734666211901633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7178734666211901633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7178734666211901633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7178734666211901633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-bem.html' title='Ainda bem'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SXKVYBQopTI/AAAAAAAABP4/VneUXmToJm0/s72-c/nos_nov081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3908082585765716305</id><published>2009-01-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:46:36.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inicio do 5° mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWoiY1qbtEI/AAAAAAAABPA/w_pz0E-DPKE/s1600-h/mamae+e+bebe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWoiY1qbtEI/AAAAAAAABPA/w_pz0E-DPKE/s320/mamae+e+bebe.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290078522417329218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está na 19ª semana de gravidez &lt;br /&gt;Seu bebê&lt;br /&gt;200 gramas e 15 centímetros. Seu futuro bebê ainda é ainda um peso pena que, a cada dia, está ficando mais inteligente. Uma substância chamada mielina começou a se formar em volta de seus neurônios. Isso garantirá a perfeita transmissão de impulsos elétricos no cérebro da criança. Era só o que faltava para o sistema nervoso dela funcionar perfeitamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhe as estapas da sua gestação no infográfico animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua gravidez&lt;br /&gt;Se você está se sentindo insegura e cheia de dúvidas nesta fase, procure conversar com o obstetra. Anote tudo o que precisa perguntar e não deixe de questioná-lo sobre os sinais que por ventura possam denunciar problemas, como sangramentos, dores e febre. É fato: os inchaços incomodam muito neste período, mas podem diminuir se você não abusar do sal. Outra dica é consumir alimentos ricos em magnésio, mineral que ajuda a controlar os níveis da pressão e previne contrações uterinas fora de hora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3908082585765716305?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3908082585765716305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3908082585765716305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3908082585765716305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3908082585765716305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/01/inicio-do-5-ms.html' title='inicio do 5° mês'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWoiY1qbtEI/AAAAAAAABPA/w_pz0E-DPKE/s72-c/mamae+e+bebe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8524293941795558543</id><published>2009-01-06T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:17:30.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s a Girl !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWQQsqwYgBI/AAAAAAAABO4/M1iZfgye7PY/s1600-h/menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWQQsqwYgBI/AAAAAAAABO4/M1iZfgye7PY/s320/menina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370222017314834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8524293941795558543?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8524293941795558543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8524293941795558543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8524293941795558543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8524293941795558543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-girl.html' title='It´s a Girl !!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SWQQsqwYgBI/AAAAAAAABO4/M1iZfgye7PY/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7305060939468676806</id><published>2008-12-31T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:12:57.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9uP3NjMI/AAAAAAAABOw/SMAO8cZrBKk/s1600-h/mamaenoel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9uP3NjMI/AAAAAAAABOw/SMAO8cZrBKk/s320/mamaenoel.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285956821134970050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso viver o sonho e a certeza de que tudo vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os desejos não precisam de razão, nem os sentimentos, de motivos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é viver cada momento e aprender sua duração,&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que no ano que vem, você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize todos os seus sonhos; &lt;br /&gt;Descubra a cada dia coisas novas para realizar esses sonhos... &lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de viver o momento em que eles acontecerem; &lt;br /&gt;E, nesses momentos, descubra novos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo! &lt;br /&gt;(Anne Gomes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7305060939468676806?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7305060939468676806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7305060939468676806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7305060939468676806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7305060939468676806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/12/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9uP3NjMI/AAAAAAAABOw/SMAO8cZrBKk/s72-c/mamaenoel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2525908536149639044</id><published>2008-12-31T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:09:44.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal..um feliz natal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9DvHoQpI/AAAAAAAABOo/H99idvGGsS8/s1600-h/Imagem+2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9DvHoQpI/AAAAAAAABOo/H99idvGGsS8/s320/Imagem+2678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285956090790953618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2525908536149639044?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2525908536149639044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2525908536149639044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2525908536149639044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2525908536149639044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-natalum-feliz-natal.html' title='Bom Natal..um feliz natal!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SVt9DvHoQpI/AAAAAAAABOo/H99idvGGsS8/s72-c/Imagem+2678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-9074855719633819614</id><published>2008-12-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:11:44.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa bebê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SUmHH_k8vMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pEWuDZ7E6EM/s1600-h/Imagem+2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SUmHH_k8vMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pEWuDZ7E6EM/s320/Imagem+2623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280900609463860418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ter um bebê!! a felicidade é imensa, td cresce a cada dia , a cada minuto... inclusive meu amor por vcs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 semanas&lt;br /&gt;Seu bebê&lt;br /&gt;Os olhinhos continuam fechados. Mas o seu futuro bebê já percebe as alterações de luz. E ele pode ficar incomodado se você disparar um flash próximo à barriga. Talvez até resolva se encolher um pouquinho. Sua pele também é muito sensível, porém acaba de ganhar a proteção de uma fina camada de pêlos chamada lanugem. Após o nascimento, essa penugem vai cair e, aos poucos, nascerão novos pêlos. Nesta semana, ele pesa 50 gramas e mede 10 centímetros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-9074855719633819614?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/9074855719633819614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=9074855719633819614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/9074855719633819614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/9074855719633819614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/12/nossa-beb.html' title='Nossa bebê'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SUmHH_k8vMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pEWuDZ7E6EM/s72-c/Imagem+2623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3888624053235532276</id><published>2008-10-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:01:29.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ter um filho muda tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SQSGP7woDqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-PdWUV02eNE/s1600-h/bebe+beijo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SQSGP7woDqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-PdWUV02eNE/s320/bebe+beijo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261477872973385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um filho muda tudo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, tem mais alguém em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma presença que muda tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E muda pra sempre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida, que vai mudar toda a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor em estado sólido e bem rechonchudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuidade de um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A missão que começa e nunca mais tem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um amor pra vida inteira, crescendo a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar agora significa pensar mais vezes antes de decidir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mesa do jantar, mais lugares ocupados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades multiplicadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um motivo pra querer chegar cedo em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolos de aniversário decorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas agitadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineminha: ah... só filmes dublados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que é sorte: os domingos jamais serão os mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sorte de reviver tudo que a gente já aprendeu na vida, mas por causa do tempo, já esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nova chance de rever do que é feita a existência, a minha, a sua, a de todo ser vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida é esse fato mais simples do que complicado. Esse milagre que se perpetua a cada luz. É essa extraordinária oportunidade que se tem de aprender a andar, caindo. Aprender a falar, errando. Aprender a sorrir, amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvana Pocay &lt;br /&gt;p mim , presente de aniversario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3888624053235532276?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3888624053235532276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3888624053235532276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3888624053235532276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3888624053235532276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/10/ter-um-filho-muda-tudo.html' title='ter um filho muda tudo'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SQSGP7woDqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-PdWUV02eNE/s72-c/bebe+beijo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4940416289436216460</id><published>2008-10-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:53:45.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto</title><content type='html'>Canto em todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Canto para meu espanto&lt;br /&gt;Com a pura cor da alma ,eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Canto com meus incertos medos,&lt;br /&gt;Certeiros amores, eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Encantos, ensaios de uma voz encabulada&lt;br /&gt;Magia, sonho , de uma mãe extasiada&lt;br /&gt;Desejo daquele amor, quente e único&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto as leis dos que me julgam&lt;br /&gt;E canto também para os que me sorriem&lt;br /&gt;Pelos bracinhos pedindo colo&lt;br /&gt;pelo sono de cada manhã&lt;br /&gt;Pelo futuro encantado&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4940416289436216460?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4940416289436216460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4940416289436216460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4940416289436216460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4940416289436216460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/10/canto.html' title='Canto'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6420037199007215376</id><published>2008-10-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:59:34.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente de Deus</title><content type='html'>E capazes de amar o visível poema&lt;br /&gt;São descobertas pelo sopro das letras e &lt;br /&gt;O rito das falas nas madrugadas. &lt;br /&gt;Céu prateado selando os passos, as alas,&lt;br /&gt;Os escarlates, os sons, os pares e ímpares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, me diga, quem foi o Deus belo e íntimo&lt;br /&gt;Que me trouxe você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, me diga, agora com meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E olhos nas águas, &lt;br /&gt;Quem foi o Deus amoroso e sagrado,&lt;br /&gt;Que além de você, me traz agora inteiros de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é generoso pelos mares, pelas quimeras,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos alinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo esse Deus que sopra de sua própria boca, estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;para angelicalmente se formarem em seu ventre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Vocês, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEUS TONS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6420037199007215376?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6420037199007215376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6420037199007215376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6420037199007215376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6420037199007215376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/10/presente-de-deus.html' title='Presente de Deus'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6342153546634799379</id><published>2008-09-30T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:24:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SOLC0n32I6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/KOPHKBhVcNU/s1600-h/Imagem+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SOLC0n32I6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/KOPHKBhVcNU/s320/Imagem+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251974324779623330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tela "sonho"&lt;br /&gt;by Camila Cobucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És um senhor tão bonito quanto a cara do meu filho &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo, vou te fazer um pedido &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos, tambor de todos os ritmos &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo entro num acordo contigo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo e pareceres contínuo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo és um dos deuses mais lindos &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo no som do meu estribilho &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo ouve bem o que te digo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo e o movimento preciso &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo quando o tempo for propício &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito ganhe um brilho definido &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo e eu espalhe benefícios &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos pra isso fica guardado em sigilo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo apenas contigo e migo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído para fora do círculo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo não serei nem terás sido &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito ser possível reunirmo-nos &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo num outro nível de vínculo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo e te ofereço elogios &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo nas rimas do meu estilo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luiza Possi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6342153546634799379?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5373142157864384674?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5373142157864384674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5373142157864384674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5373142157864384674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5373142157864384674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SNWXrR6plBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BUy6KLIg37M/s72-c/Imagem+2277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-662029876438128233</id><published>2008-09-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:39:12.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sabia</title><content type='html'>eu sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo depois que me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despedisse e fechasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e descesse todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os degraus troteando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a escada em espiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entrasse no táxi, boa-noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siga reto, por favor, à&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direita, o troco, obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acenasse para o porteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo depois que eu apertasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o botão do elevador, procurando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o chaveiro na bolsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrisse a porta de casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirasse os sapatos, os brincos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escovasse os dentes, os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo depois que eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormisse e sonhasse e até a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em que acordasse, você ainda estaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice SantAnna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-662029876438128233?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/662029876438128233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=662029876438128233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/662029876438128233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/662029876438128233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-sabia.html' title='Eu sabia'/><author><name>Camila 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madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;A noite daqui é tão linda e me faz me perder&lt;br /&gt;Penso num belo horizonte em poder te ver&lt;br /&gt;Sei que eu não tenho mais nada a perder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu carro que não quer mais andar&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite que não quer mais terminar&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um pouco de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí à toa nessa madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;A noite daqui é tão linda e me faz me perder&lt;br /&gt;Penso num belo horizonte em poder te ver&lt;br /&gt;Sei que eu não tenho mais nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tenho mais nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito eu tenho você&lt;br /&gt;É nessa estrada que eu quero estar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o dia, a noite e o mar e cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu carro que não quer mais andar&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite que não quer mais terminar&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um pouco de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ney Matogrosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5701757412811569907?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5701757412811569907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5701757412811569907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5701757412811569907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5701757412811569907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-pouco-de-calor.html' title='Um pouco de 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus agradecimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã Cris Araujo&lt;br /&gt;Mãe&lt;br /&gt;Sil&lt;br /&gt;Sade &lt;br /&gt;Dri&lt;br /&gt;Lu Fujii&lt;br /&gt;Beth e Mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8284863655567354266?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8284863655567354266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8284863655567354266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8284863655567354266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8284863655567354266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/dito-santo.html' title='Dito Santo!!!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SIK54p6hHOI/AAAAAAAAA10/IlXUYozeGm4/s72-c/ditosanto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-1277177178583087459</id><published>2008-07-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:05:23.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SIK5eylcgHI/AAAAAAAAA1s/f_GD4vFYkxc/s1600-h/10081369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SIK5eylcgHI/AAAAAAAAA1s/f_GD4vFYkxc/s320/10081369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942456329240690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé é uma firme convicção de que algo seja verdade, sem nenhuma prova de que este algo seja verdade, pela absoluta confiança que depositamos neste algo ou alguém. A palavra Fé veio da palavra grega pí·stis, que transmite a idéia de confiança, fidúcia, firme persuasão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fé se relaciona de maneira unilateral com os verbos acreditar, confiar ou apostar, isto é, se alguem tem fé em algo, então acredita ,confia e aposta nisso, mas se uma pessoa acredita ,confia e aposta em algo, não significa, necessariamente, que tenha fé. Pode-se considerar que ter fé é nutrir um sentimento de afeição pelo que acredita,confia e aposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fé se manifesta de várias maneiras e pode estar vinculada a questões emocionais e a motivos nobres ou estritamente pessoais. Pode estar direcionada a alguma razão específica ou mesmo existir sem razão definida. Também não carece absolutamente de qualquer tipo de evidência física racional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível nutrir um sentimento de fé em relação a um pessoa, um objeto inanimado,uma ideologia, um pensamento filosófico, um sistema qualquer, um conjunto de regras, uma crença popular, uma base de propostas ou dogmas de uma determinada religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fé não é baseada em evidências físicas reconhecidas pela comunidade científica. É, geralmente,associada a experiências pessoais e pode ser compartilhada com outros através de relatos. Nesse sentido, é geralmente associada ao contexto religioso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1277177178583087459?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1277177178583087459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=1277177178583087459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1277177178583087459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/1277177178583087459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/f-sempre.html' title='Fé sempre.'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SIK5eylcgHI/AAAAAAAAA1s/f_GD4vFYkxc/s72-c/10081369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6469190022299925546</id><published>2008-07-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:43:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Nunca passei um dia sem sonhar&lt;br /&gt;acho que nasci e não acordei dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu diga, que eu pise na terra de virgem&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixei de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonhos tristes&lt;br /&gt;novela mexicana &lt;br /&gt;o cinza&lt;br /&gt;o cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes sonho dormindo&lt;br /&gt;não o sonho que mando&lt;br /&gt;o sonho que vem junto com realidade&lt;br /&gt;o sonho do sono&lt;br /&gt;o sonho do vento&lt;br /&gt;esse me carrega&lt;br /&gt;me leva dentro da pura emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perto demais nunca cheguei&lt;br /&gt;so admirava de longe&lt;br /&gt;e agora ?&lt;br /&gt;estão aos meus pés.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6469190022299925546?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6469190022299925546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6469190022299925546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6469190022299925546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6469190022299925546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3506903343820144619</id><published>2008-07-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:41:07.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHgLoJ2Z84I/AAAAAAAAA1c/229o5rabWnA/s1600-h/nuvem1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHgLoJ2Z84I/AAAAAAAAA1c/229o5rabWnA/s320/nuvem1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221936552402875266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3506903343820144619?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3506903343820144619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3506903343820144619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3506903343820144619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3506903343820144619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHgLoJ2Z84I/AAAAAAAAA1c/229o5rabWnA/s72-c/nuvem1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8946187822629715046</id><published>2008-07-09T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:02:35.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHVfm00yRrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-_Qyr39-SVE/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a+pintando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHVfm00yRrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-_Qyr39-SVE/s320/crian%C3%A7a+pintando.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184463625668274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8946187822629715046?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8946187822629715046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8946187822629715046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8946187822629715046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8946187822629715046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/07/arte.html' title='Arte!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SHVfm00yRrI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-_Qyr39-SVE/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a+pintando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2448634840424279883</id><published>2008-06-21T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:04:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Toda forma de desprezo depaupera o coração de quem oferece e machuca muito quem o recebe. &lt;br /&gt;No entanto, desprezo só é desprezo enquanto for prezado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2448634840424279883?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2448634840424279883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2448634840424279883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2448634840424279883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2448634840424279883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/06/toda-forma-de-desprezo-depaupera-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4931242853457057063</id><published>2008-06-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:03:38.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SFEstJk_uaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mXpxXQk6f0I/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SFEstJk_uaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mXpxXQk6f0I/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995398021200290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem&lt;br /&gt;quero você&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias bem vividos&lt;br /&gt;futuro pouco escondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Amor&lt;br /&gt;em você&lt;br /&gt;por você&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nem sempre contido&lt;br /&gt;eternamente sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4931242853457057063?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4931242853457057063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4931242853457057063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4931242853457057063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4931242853457057063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/06/je-taime.html' title='je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SFEstJk_uaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mXpxXQk6f0I/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5843192664109727727</id><published>2008-06-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:56:59.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós (eu e vc)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SEyb6HWgoqI/AAAAAAAAA08/mLv0jreYLsw/s1600-h/nos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SEyb6HWgoqI/AAAAAAAAA08/mLv0jreYLsw/s320/nos1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209710291669000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nós somos a forma bonita, completa de se cantar&lt;br /&gt;nós somos a voz e a palavra que nunca vão acabar&lt;br /&gt;cantando e amando e vivendo&lt;br /&gt;com toda a vontade que é possivel ter&lt;br /&gt;nós somos a forma bonita, completa de se viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nós somos o ser extravazado que o nosso sentir nos dá&lt;br /&gt;o mito complexificado em busca do que não há&lt;br /&gt;cantando e amando e vivendo&lt;br /&gt;com toda a verdade que é possivel ter&lt;br /&gt;nós somos a forma bonita, completa de se viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu canto e eu quero o que eu canto&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso cantar para encher essa forma&lt;br /&gt;eu sou o que eu canto&lt;br /&gt;é na voz que eu rebento de mim&lt;br /&gt;alguém completado na vida&lt;br /&gt;prolongado na morte que já ninguém tem&lt;br /&gt;a partir do momento em que a forma bonita&lt;br /&gt;se encheu de uma essencia qualquer de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nós somos a dor mais profunda que existe em todo o planeta&lt;br /&gt;nós somos também a alegria melhor que se inventa&lt;br /&gt;se alguém perguntar afinal&lt;br /&gt;o que é que nós somos de tão lindo assim&lt;br /&gt;a resposta é tão simples&lt;br /&gt;basta olhar pra vocês e para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafalda Veiga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5843192664109727727?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5843192664109727727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5843192664109727727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5843192664109727727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5843192664109727727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/06/ns-eu-e-vc.html' title='Nós (eu e vc)'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SEyb6HWgoqI/AAAAAAAAA08/mLv0jreYLsw/s72-c/nos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5931563738886748831</id><published>2008-05-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:22:36.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexo e Luz</title><content type='html'>Quando o Sol&lt;br /&gt;Abaixou&lt;br /&gt;Num dia tão monótono,&lt;br /&gt;A paixão&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou&lt;br /&gt;Atônito.&lt;br /&gt;Me tirou&lt;br /&gt;Da rotina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E num momento único,&lt;br /&gt;Alterou&lt;br /&gt;Meu destino&lt;/strong&gt; de súbito.&lt;br /&gt;Aí,&lt;br /&gt;Saí do vale do meu tormento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fui&lt;br /&gt;Cair no lago do teu amor;&lt;/strong&gt; Ali,&lt;br /&gt;Aliviei todo o meu sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;E ui,&lt;br /&gt;Me vi gemendo de prazer que nem de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, lancei&lt;br /&gt;De mim um grito;&lt;br /&gt;E em ti, fui um&lt;br /&gt;Com o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;E no céu&lt;br /&gt;Do meu eu,&lt;br /&gt;No íntimo, no âmago,&lt;br /&gt;Acendeu&lt;br /&gt;Um límpido&lt;br /&gt;Relâmpago.&lt;br /&gt;No ápice,&lt;br /&gt;Em átimos&lt;br /&gt;Que pareceram séculos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me banhei&lt;br /&gt;E me lavei&lt;br /&gt;Em sexo e luz.&lt;br /&gt;Então,&lt;br /&gt;Além do monte, além do horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sim,&lt;br /&gt;Além do mundo, além da razão,&lt;br /&gt;Oh não,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebi do poço sem fundo, da fonte&lt;br /&gt;Sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;O poço do desejo, a fonte da paixão&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, lancei&lt;br /&gt;De mim um grito;&lt;br /&gt;E em ti, fui um&lt;br /&gt;Com o infinito. &lt;br /&gt;(Gal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5931563738886748831?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5931563738886748831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5931563738886748831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5931563738886748831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5931563738886748831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexo-e-luz.html' title='Sexo e Luz'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8855324911742299028</id><published>2008-05-18T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:12:59.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SDBuuCvjCdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Fea09MBLjdU/s1600-h/Imagem+2106r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SDBuuCvjCdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Fea09MBLjdU/s320/Imagem+2106r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201779306902260178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8855324911742299028?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8855324911742299028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8855324911742299028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8855324911742299028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8855324911742299028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-love.html' title='Love love!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SDBuuCvjCdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Fea09MBLjdU/s72-c/Imagem+2106r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7145513334517938021</id><published>2008-04-25T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:58:29.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva as diferenças!!</title><content type='html'>Numa escola de Park Slope, bairro com maior concentração de escritores de Nova York, um casal gay estava preocupado: a filha tinha sido alvo da implicância de um colega, que fizera perguntas sobre o fato de a menina ter dois pais. Depois o casal estava sem jeito, ao descobrir que o “implicante” tinha duas mães. Por isso surpreendeu-se com as duas figuras paternas da colega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7145513334517938021?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7145513334517938021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7145513334517938021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7145513334517938021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7145513334517938021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/04/viva-as-diferenas.html' title='Viva as diferenças!!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-1045322659962374578</id><published>2008-04-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:21:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>felicità</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SAbCGghAq1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/BN9d5sKRIvI/s1600-h/17-12-05_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/SAbCGghAq1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/BN9d5sKRIvI/s320/17-12-05_1658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049037654469458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj no msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi diz:&lt;br /&gt;td bem e vc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca diz:&lt;br /&gt;Td tb Vi , me manda noticias da familia Jenifer..sonhei outro dia com eles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi diz:&lt;br /&gt;Ca eles foram embora para Italia, foram adotados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca diz:&lt;br /&gt;Nossaaa jura??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi diz:&lt;br /&gt;Eles c certeza estão bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca diz:&lt;br /&gt;essa é a melhor noticia que eu poderia ter! ate que enfim..eles vão viver..&lt;br /&gt;Amém , obrigada meu Deus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora me pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;porque todas as cçs daquele abrigo acabam na Itália,principalmente quando são claras, sendo que existem pelo menos na minha lista de amigos esperando por filhos uns 10 casais  que aceitariam os 4 irmãos de uma vez.. a lei é clara.. "Prioridade que se mantenha no pais de origem as cçs ,juntas numa mesma familia, so entao qdo acabam todas as possibilidades no pais de origem se encaminha para a adoção internacional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece estranho não?&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, me sinto feliz e "aliviada" , pois agora pensarei que ela estara realmente vivendo ,depois de 4 anos abrigada, assim como os irmãos e com muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meu Deus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1045322659962374578?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1045322659962374578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=1045322659962374578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5021725536528892329</id><published>2008-04-13T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:17:18.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz estrelinha</title><content type='html'>Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Edu Lobo/Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é moça&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é triste&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pintura&lt;br /&gt;O rosto da atriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu&lt;br /&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país&lt;br /&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é de louça&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de éter&lt;br /&gt;Será que é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;br /&gt;A casa da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz&lt;br /&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, me leva pra sempre, Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Aí, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que é uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;Será que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Será que é comédia&lt;br /&gt;Será que é divina&lt;br /&gt;A vida da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela um dia despencar do céu&lt;br /&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;br /&gt;E se o arcanjo passar o chapéu&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5021725536528892329?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2547869432085844795</id><published>2008-04-11T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:27:38.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nos demais - eu sei, qualquer um o sabe - o coração tem domicílio no peito. Mas comigo a anatomia ficou louca. Sou todo coração - em todas as partes palpita.&lt;/strong&gt;[Maiakovski]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2547869432085844795?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2547869432085844795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2547869432085844795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2547869432085844795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2547869432085844795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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fomos pra jagá&lt;br /&gt;e pra nós &lt;br /&gt;melhor lugá&lt;br /&gt;não há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fizemos um fuá&lt;br /&gt;comemos camarão por lá&lt;br /&gt;e ainda bebemos cachaça de frambá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na volta &lt;br /&gt;estrada de voá&lt;br /&gt;tinha ate boi por lá&lt;br /&gt;o cabelo arrepiou&lt;br /&gt;eu vo berrá&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;um cavalo preto&lt;br /&gt;e fez me assustá &lt;br /&gt;eu vo é derrapá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj fomos pra jagá&lt;br /&gt;e pra nós &lt;br /&gt;melhor lugá&lt;br /&gt;não há&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-1298234858362680223?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/1298234858362680223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-300916121095208207</id><published>2008-03-31T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:42:48.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria Milenar....</title><content type='html'>"Tudo aquilo que algum filho da puta diz que é "URGENTE ", sempre é algo que algum imbecil deixou de fazer em tempo hábil e quer que você se foda para fazer em tempo recorde." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rakesheh Vilmiintuchy - Monge Tibetano)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-300916121095208207?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/300916121095208207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=300916121095208207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/300916121095208207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/300916121095208207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/sabedoria-milenar.html' title='Sabedoria Milenar....'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-332004444103201700</id><published>2008-03-27T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:39:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R-vpsGf-DxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cXByo7nrUrI/s1600-h/Imagem+435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R-vpsGf-DxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cXByo7nrUrI/s320/Imagem+435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182492740088106770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presente&lt;br /&gt;By Cris Araujo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-332004444103201700?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/332004444103201700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=332004444103201700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/332004444103201700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/332004444103201700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Camila 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R-V842f-DuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ILNrlfMIgGw/s320/arvmulher.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180684262503747298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7377362844731537704?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7377362844731537704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7377362844731537704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7377362844731537704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7377362844731537704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R-V842f-DuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ILNrlfMIgGw/s72-c/arvmulher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2868403716341514666</id><published>2008-03-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:59:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É você</title><content type='html'>É você&lt;br /&gt;Só você&lt;br /&gt;Que na vida vai comigo agora&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois na floresta e no salão&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Deita no meu peito e me devora&lt;br /&gt;Na vida só resta seguir&lt;br /&gt;Um risco, um passo, um gesto rio afora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Só você&lt;br /&gt;Que invadiu o centro do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois na biblioteca e no saguão&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Deita no meu leito e se demora&lt;br /&gt;Na vida só resta seguir&lt;br /&gt;um risco, um passo, um gesto rio afora&lt;br /&gt;Na vida só resta seguir&lt;br /&gt;Um ritmo, um pacto e o resto rio afora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tribalistas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2868403716341514666?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2868403716341514666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2868403716341514666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2868403716341514666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2868403716341514666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/voc.html' title='É você'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2583111368126694824</id><published>2008-03-06T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:07:34.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lótus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R9C8bl8MNpI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FSuX15Rr_hw/s1600-h/lotus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R9C8bl8MNpI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FSuX15Rr_hw/s320/lotus.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174843154075760274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para minha mãe uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Com meu coração vermelho de amar&lt;br /&gt;Lotus cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;Para o dia parecer lilás&lt;br /&gt;E a noite da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo para não faltar o sol&lt;br /&gt;O sonho sempre real&lt;br /&gt;Para minha mãe uma flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pureza&lt;br /&gt;renascimento&lt;br /&gt;paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-2583111368126694824?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2583111368126694824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2583111368126694824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2583111368126694824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2583111368126694824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/lotus.html' title='Lótus'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R9C8bl8MNpI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FSuX15Rr_hw/s72-c/lotus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3258169484065724327</id><published>2008-03-04T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:26:54.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa casa</title><content type='html'>Na nossa casa amor-perfeito é mato&lt;br /&gt;E o teto estrelado também tem luar&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa até parece um ninho&lt;br /&gt;Vem um passarinho pra nos acordar &lt;br /&gt;Na nossa casa passa um rio no meio&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso leito pode ser o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa é onde a gente está&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa é em todo lugar &lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa é onde a gente está&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa é em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa é de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa esforço para namorar&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa não é sua nem minha&lt;br /&gt;Não tem campainha pra nos visitar&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa tem varanda dentro&lt;br /&gt;Tem um pé de vento para respirar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3258169484065724327?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3258169484065724327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3258169484065724327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3258169484065724327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3258169484065724327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/03/nossa-casa.html' title='A nossa casa'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7umcDKBdVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1fAKSDNJ_Hw/s320/vopb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168907998151669074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 de fevereiro,aniversário de meu pai – avô, cumprimentos. 82 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta dedicação.. a vida, a família, ao casamento de 57 anos, ao aprendizado, aos erros alheios, a crença nele mesmo , ao sucesso profissional..admirado por  todos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito , uma fusão com o medo, medo de não ser como ele.&lt;br /&gt;Amo demais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-382151108384093556?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/382151108384093556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7965042949304096333</id><published>2008-02-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:17:17.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7PAGTKBdRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/gdXiPJphF_Y/s1600-h/Dali100x100pb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7PAGTKBdRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/gdXiPJphF_Y/s320/Dali100x100pb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166684411978151186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BY Cris Araujo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7965042949304096333?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7PAGTKBdRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/gdXiPJphF_Y/s72-c/Dali100x100pb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-876215600293929506</id><published>2008-02-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:16:41.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;NÃO OUÇO , NÃO  DUAS VEZES ..BASTA A PRIMEIRA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-876215600293929506?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/876215600293929506/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5214063385425633179</id><published>2008-02-13T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:07:55.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse Cd ta lindo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7OTDTKBdQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MGO8dfUI4Q4/s1600-h/cd+arnaldo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7OTDTKBdQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MGO8dfUI4Q4/s320/cd+arnaldo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166634882415293698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=_PxTB0YsbhQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;se pode acontecer qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;um deserto florescer&lt;br /&gt;uma nuvem cheia não chover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode alguém aparecer&lt;br /&gt;e acontecer de ser você&lt;br /&gt;um cometa vir ao chão&lt;br /&gt;um relâmpago na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a gente caminhando de&lt;br /&gt;mão dada de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;eu quero que esse momento&lt;br /&gt;dure a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;e além da vida ainda&lt;br /&gt;de manhã no outro dia&lt;br /&gt;se for eu e você&lt;br /&gt;se assim acontecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5214063385425633179?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5214063385425633179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5214063385425633179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5765198094101085482</id><published>2008-02-12T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:41:36.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7GvlTKBdOI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5FZhb6Acomc/s1600-h/devil-clock-t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7GvlTKBdOI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5FZhb6Acomc/s320/devil-clock-t.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103302903002338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7GvVjKBdNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kp7kHBwVOko/s1600-h/angel-clock-t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R7GvVjKBdNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kp7kHBwVOko/s320/angel-clock-t.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103032320062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O QUE É SUCESSO ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 02 anos .. sucesso é ... conseguir andar.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 04 anos .. sucesso é ... não mijar nas calças.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 12 anos .. sucesso é ... ter amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 18 anos .. sucesso é ... ter carteira de motorista.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 20 anos .. sucesso é ... fazer sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 35 anos .. sucesso é ... dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 50 anos .. sucesso é ... dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 60 anos .. sucesso é ... fazer sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 70 anos .. sucesso é ... ter carteira de motorista.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 75 anos .. sucesso é ... ter amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 80 anos .. sucesso é ... não mijar nas calças.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 90 anos .. sucesso é ... conseguir andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POR ISSO LEMBRE-SE..OS MOMENTOS SÃO ÚNICOS..E O TEMPO É CURTO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5765198094101085482?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5765198094101085482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5765198094101085482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5765198094101085482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5765198094101085482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-life.html' title='It´s Life'/><author><name>Camila 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src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R5u3rmEEmeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rBMRb5BiuwY/s320/Imagem+038a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159919757662919138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3688671280756373701?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3688671280756373701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3688671280756373701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3688671280756373701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3688671280756373701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R5u3rmEEmeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rBMRb5BiuwY/s72-c/Imagem+038a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6544919015195058141</id><published>2008-01-26T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:37:12.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho as mãos atadas ao redor do meu pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria mesmo era tocar seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Reprimo meus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Jogo fora os sentimentos, e depois?&lt;br /&gt;Depois toco meu corpo, eu tenho frio &lt;br /&gt;Sou um louco amargurado e até vazio&lt;br /&gt;E me chamam atenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou louco é de paixão, e você?&lt;br /&gt;Você que me retire desse poço&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei ainda sou moço pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E te ver assim tão crua&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é toda nua &lt;br /&gt;E ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho as mãos atadas sem ação&lt;br /&gt;E um coração maior que eu para doar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6544919015195058141?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6544919015195058141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6544919015195058141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6544919015195058141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6544919015195058141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/01/tenho-as-mos-atadas-ao-redor-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-8487683565906878930</id><published>2008-01-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:17:58.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geração perdida</title><content type='html'>Artistas moviam a terra&lt;br /&gt;Com seu choro e partiam&lt;br /&gt;Nascíamos em anos intermináveis&lt;br /&gt;Filhos de árvores cortadas&lt;br /&gt;Fomos silêncio sem saber&lt;br /&gt;A geração do nada&lt;br /&gt;Que ressuscitou sem morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leite derramado é vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Como a cor dos nossos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Que dançam, que dançam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As drogas já são pálidas&lt;br /&gt;As palavras sem prisão&lt;br /&gt;As crianças mal criadas&lt;br /&gt;Nascidas com a televisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leite derramando é vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Como a cor dos nossos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Que dançam, que dançam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geração perdida&lt;br /&gt;Artistas, negros, mãe&lt;br /&gt;Nossos mortos sem vida&lt;br /&gt;A dor que ainda dói&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-8487683565906878930?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/8487683565906878930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=8487683565906878930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8487683565906878930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/8487683565906878930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/01/gerao-perdida.html' title='Geração perdida'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5424889699212956314</id><published>2008-01-10T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:37:56.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R4bWbm2-CfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OcocgAOVWrk/s1600-h/Image-12104-338232-sineorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R4bWbm2-CfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OcocgAOVWrk/s320/Image-12104-338232-sineorange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154042593348028914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nesse ano &lt;br /&gt;tudo seja tão especial &lt;br /&gt;tão perfeito como sempre foi&lt;br /&gt;Que as manhãs inspirem todos os perfumes &lt;br /&gt;Que os dias tragam cansaço e realizações&lt;br /&gt;Que as noites os meus sonhos farejem os anjos que me acompanham&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda na correria do dia  não pare de cantar, desenhar , pintar e gargalhar&lt;br /&gt;Que esse ano&lt;br /&gt;tudo seja tão completo&lt;br /&gt;tão mágico como sempre foi&lt;br /&gt;Que não exista promessas&lt;br /&gt;sempre a paixão &lt;br /&gt;Que não exista pecado&lt;br /&gt;sempre o perdão&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo ano&lt;br /&gt;a todos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5424889699212956314?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5424889699212956314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5424889699212956314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5424889699212956314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5424889699212956314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2008/01/novo-ano.html' title='Novo ano'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R4bWbm2-CfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OcocgAOVWrk/s72-c/Image-12104-338232-sineorange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-5367286729104592218</id><published>2007-12-19T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:59:56.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R2nMfm2-CaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/H2otv95tZGQ/s1600-h/floresdez07nupmim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R2nMfm2-CaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/H2otv95tZGQ/s320/floresdez07nupmim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145868892626618786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpresa&lt;br /&gt;vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Presença constante&lt;br /&gt;lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Diagrama&lt;br /&gt;proeza&lt;br /&gt;olhar fixo&lt;br /&gt;fora censura&lt;br /&gt;Dentro das virgulas&lt;br /&gt;todo amor&lt;br /&gt;faceiro&lt;br /&gt;você inteira&lt;br /&gt;vermelha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-5367286729104592218?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/5367286729104592218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=5367286729104592218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5367286729104592218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/5367286729104592218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/vermelha.html' title='Vermelha'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R2nMfm2-CaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/H2otv95tZGQ/s72-c/floresdez07nupmim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-6296572968045794652</id><published>2007-12-08T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:11:28.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair</title><content type='html'>Ontem cortei meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;ainda permanece no meio curto e comprido&lt;br /&gt;nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;mais vivo, sem pontas &lt;br /&gt;ainda acaba no meio dos ombros&lt;br /&gt;nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;quando chuva,ainda enrola&lt;br /&gt;em meio a finos fios&lt;br /&gt;quando sol,embranquece &lt;br /&gt;enriquece as cores claras&lt;br /&gt;dia a dia,melhor preso&lt;br /&gt;ainda assim, os meus cabelos &lt;br /&gt;nada mudou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-6296572968045794652?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/6296572968045794652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=6296572968045794652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6296572968045794652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/6296572968045794652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/meus-cabelos.html' title='My Hair'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3135149855939875582</id><published>2007-12-08T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:49:30.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida x Poesia</title><content type='html'>Um amor não é feito só de sentimentos, e nem só de planos, e nem só de atos heróicos, e nem só de ações. Um amor, quando é bem grande, fica tão grande que precisa se tornar presente, precisa ser expressado e concretizado. Talvez porque todo amor, mesmo novinho, mesmo cheio de esperança de durar, sabe que é frágil e que pode acabar antes mesmo de conseguir renovar-se. E precisa deixar muitos sinais, muitas marcas para ser lembrado. Porque o sonho de todo amor, se não puder ser eterno, é ser assim: inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3135149855939875582?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3135149855939875582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3135149855939875582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3135149855939875582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3135149855939875582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida-x-poesia_08.html' title='Vida x Poesia'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-7771953296636545200</id><published>2007-12-08T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:51:16.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"..Eu me pus a sonhar o poema da hora.&lt;br /&gt;E, talvez ao olhar meu rosto exasperado&lt;br /&gt;Pela ânsia de te ter tão vagamente amiga&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ao pressentir na carne misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;A germinacão estranha do meu indizível apelo&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi bruscamente a claridade do teu riso&lt;br /&gt;Num gorjeio de gorgulhos de água enluarada.&lt;br /&gt;E ele era tão belo, tão mais belo do que a noite&lt;br /&gt;Tão mais doce que o mel dourado dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que ao vê-lo trilar sobre os teus dentes como um címbalo&lt;br /&gt;E se escorrer sobre os teus lábios como um suco&lt;br /&gt;E marulhar entre os teus seios como uma onda&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei docemente na concha de minhas mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;De que me tivesses possuído antes do amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-7771953296636545200?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/7771953296636545200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=7771953296636545200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7771953296636545200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/7771953296636545200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida-x-poesia.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4509784558205727356</id><published>2007-12-05T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:45:37.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1d8MkdXfaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/oNc4Piuhc78/s1600-h/Lirio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1d8MkdXfaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/oNc4Piuhc78/s320/Lirio1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140714055053835682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão nossas flores.&lt;br /&gt;Será que varreram pra outro mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Ou se esconderam como crianças de seus pais.&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão as cores que alegravam as praças e calçadas que via aqui sentada&lt;br /&gt;Será meus olhos que se enfeitavam por estar a amar?&lt;br /&gt;Elas estavam aqui, e não faz muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Se alojaram dentro do meu peito, eu bem me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto o perfume suave onde as fadas brincavam &lt;br /&gt;O universo era inundado das mais diversas lendas&lt;br /&gt;Nasciam em todas as  fendas e floriam&lt;br /&gt;Que será do amor sem elas , que será de mim &lt;br /&gt;Elas estavam bem aqui , e nunca mais voltaram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4509784558205727356?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4509784558205727356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4509784558205727356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4509784558205727356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4509784558205727356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1d8MkdXfaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/oNc4Piuhc78/s72-c/Lirio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4250981209080521048</id><published>2007-12-03T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:00:54.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tal qual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1TBaEdXfZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/wfRMEwtuCKI/s1600-R/maenoel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1TBaEdXfZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KjL03myrPuk/s320/maenoel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139945728354254226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe é sensível , autêntica e se doa demais em função do proximo. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não poderia ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foto tirada em uma instituiçao em Campo Grande/dez07)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4250981209080521048?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4250981209080521048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4250981209080521048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4250981209080521048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4250981209080521048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/tal-qual.html' title='tal qual'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R1TBaEdXfZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KjL03myrPuk/s72-c/maenoel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-4254296397049988224</id><published>2007-12-03T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:42:34.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda Candela!</title><content type='html'>Você Candela, que desce da passarela e não vai dançar com ela , sandálias amarelas ,salto alto. nas mão ,a vela , no sutiã ,mais uma novela. Ando cheio delas ,do risoto empapado, da carne que nunca deixa a panela.Só podia ser  Candela, ensaia a batucada na avenida e ainda assim não entende mandela.viaja sobre as asas de águia e se veste de anjo. pobre mazela nem mala ela carrega, nem mala ela carrega!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-4254296397049988224?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/4254296397049988224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=4254296397049988224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4254296397049988224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/4254296397049988224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/12/ainda-candela.html' title='Ainda Candela!'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-2034280404546519912</id><published>2007-11-27T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:19:56.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorme branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R0zAocRZa2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/MX9ihyZkpYY/s1600-h/42-18506234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137693075939355490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R0zAocRZa2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/MX9ihyZkpYY/s320/42-18506234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dorme branca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enquanto leio poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme e ultrapasse o dia e também a noite&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto brinco com as letras , dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme em meu corpo de amante&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto canto e me encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme branca&lt;br /&gt;Equando divago e esgoto meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero o tempo e o fim dessa desordem&lt;br /&gt;Dorme com vela branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua ausência prende meu olhar no infinito vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Teu dsejo me chama mesmo de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme branca&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vejo o luar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto respiro seu ar&lt;br /&gt;Dorme , Dorme e acorde com nosso sonho de amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/393154801990803746-2034280404546519912?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/2034280404546519912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=2034280404546519912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2034280404546519912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/2034280404546519912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/11/dorme-branca.html' title='Dorme branca'/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/R0zAocRZa2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/MX9ihyZkpYY/s72-c/42-18506234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393154801990803746.post-3411190952178533772</id><published>2007-11-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:31:26.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Diálogo de surdos, não: amistoso no frio. Atravanco na contramão. Suspiros no  contrafluxo. Te apresento a mulher mais discreta do mundo: essa que não tem nenhum segredo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.C.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393154801990803746-3411190952178533772?l=meuautofalante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/feeds/3411190952178533772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=393154801990803746&amp;postID=3411190952178533772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3411190952178533772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393154801990803746/posts/default/3411190952178533772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuautofalante.blogspot.com/2007/11/dilogo-de-surdos-no-amistoso-no-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Cobucci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07116091504739073869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CagkiszbZ_M/TFi_o9Yl4UI/AAAAAAAABU8/XNZuSXwkj4s/S220/PC310009.JPG1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
